I’m sitting here in my office/studio/craft room (I haven’t settled on one name for it yet) surrounded by boxes waiting to be unpacked, and cursing the people who have posted all those amazing office/studio/craft room pictures on Pinterest. I have the room, I have the furniture, and I have the stuff, but I don’t have the office/studio/craft room of my dreams. I don’t even have one worthy of a photo. At least not yet.
I had an idea in my head of what my space would ultimately look like, but as I’m sitting in it, the reality of my environment is slowly sinking in. It’s not Tiffany Blue. It doesn’t have a hardwood floor. There is no chandelier. There are no built in cabinets. None of the furniture is white. In fact, it looks a lot less like Pinterest and a lot more like a cluttered suburban bedroom with a desk stuck in the middle. Go figure.
The funny part about it is that the desk isn’t really even a desk. It’s a table, and it used to be my kitchen table. It’s from IKEA and it’s not terribly fancy, but it’s a great size, and it gets the job done. Add in two matching floating shelves for my flying pig collection and family photos, my four double cube units for quilting fabric, and my two big bookcases, and you might think I would be golden. You would be wrong.
I also have a set of matching IKEA drawers and a small Closetmaid nine cube unit. The fabric cubes and the big bookcases are brown, everything else is black. The walls and carpet are beige. Not a dull, ugly beige, but a modern pretty beige. Still, beige is beige. Stunning, right?
I can’t have a chandelier, I need my ceiling fan, and frankly it’s new and it looks pretty good. I won’t be getting hardwood flooring. I live in a super-dry climate and wood doesn’t do that well. Besides, the carpet is new. The paint job is new too, so Tiffany Blue will have to run its course in other people’s homes. I do love it, but will I next year? Beige is forever, people. Looking around, it occurs to me that I actually sort of like my space. I have my books, my fabric, my pigs, my computer, and my sewing machine. I have room to work, and if I’m in the middle of a mess I can shut the door and nobody has to know. I more than like my space, I’m growing to love it.
No, there are no cute decals on the wall about home and family and living and laughing and loving. And no, I don’t have color coordinated bins for my supplies or a chevron printed office chair, but I have space. I have space to think and plan and create and design and write and sew and dream and wonder. I have space to display the things that inspire me and space to store the tools I need to help me turn those inspirations into finished products. My room may not be Pinterest worthy, but I do love it here. Now if I could only get the rest of those infernal boxes unpacked…
August 12, 2014 at 6:17 am
I know exactly what you mean!! That’s how I feel when I look at classrooms on pinterest- the classroom I am in will just never measure up or come close!! 🙂
August 12, 2014 at 6:25 am
Oh, mine either. I’m happy to just fit in all the desks and print out a set of classroom rules in color instead of black and white! And those came from a free Teachers Pay Teachers download. 🙂
August 12, 2014 at 6:34 am
I feel with you, I sit between boxes too since I removed the old furnitures from the office. I have no idea what I really want (or what I can afford)… but I can see the boxes no longer :o(
August 12, 2014 at 3:48 pm
Boxes, boxes, everywhere! UGH! Here’s to a clutter free work space for both of us soon.
August 12, 2014 at 10:58 am
Sometimes you need to create a space that suits just you – no matter what others have pinned on Pinterest.
August 12, 2014 at 3:49 pm
August 13, 2014 at 8:56 pm
LOL, I love it, my cousin has a pin that says “I hope my real wedding is as good as my board on Pinterest” – I feel the same way about my sewing/office/closet room that is currently being occupied by my youngest daughter…..someday they’ll move out. Right?
August 13, 2014 at 10:15 pm
I just worry that we get our heads filled with all these visions of the “perfect” sewing room or the “perfect” kitchen or the “perfect” wedding that the real thing fails to measure up. It’s a huge case of keeping up with the Joneses, but now we’ve got the whole Pinterest universe to contend with. I think moderation is the answer, either that or going cold turkey and deleting the Pinterest account, but I’m not ready to do that!