Scraproom Evolution

Over the years I have had many spaces for my scrapbooking; lots and lots of set ups; dozens of interests and a heap of directives.  I used to sell kits, then I had a studio where I taught classes and held mini crops, then I opened a online shop, then I went to art school at the Academy of Art and all the while scrapping for hire.  I dug up a bunch of photos just for kicks.

This (below) was my 1st scrapbooking space back when we lived in our townhouse.  I had a huge room with a play area for my 3 year old son.  I'd set up the pack and play so my newborn daughter could take a nap...in theory.  I scrapped far less than I shopped - these were the days of QVC and HSC scrap-a-thons.  Nothing less than crack for me.
 

 

Below are my first few set-ups when we moved into our house.  It seemed like I was always moving things around.

Then I opened up a small studio in my garage (below).  I had started teaching classes at my son's school and at Michael's so I decided I would take it a step further and we transformed our garage into a super duper creative space.  It was wonderful, but freezing in the winter and scorching hot in the summer.

Then I started attending a bunch of workshops and I really got into mixed media.  I stopped teaching and holding small crops and started having friends over for "messy time".

Then I decided to go to art school.  I enrolled in the Academy of Art, downsized my stash,  and went back to my small craft room (below).



Then I got a drafting table and chair off of free-cycle!  Woo hoo - what a score!  But it took up a lot of space in the tiny room and I moved it a gazillion times trying to get the best configuration.

I was always searching for "innovative" supply storage solutions.  Some worked, some did not.

 

 

I think the industrial drawer unit is just not the bang for the buck I had wanted.  It takes up way too much space for the minimal storage it offers.

This (below) is what my space looks like today.  I feel so cramped in there, that I often bring a bunch of stuff to my bedroom and scrap on my bed.  One day I'll find the right arrangement.