In the early days I used to do most of my craft work at the kitchen table, sweeping everything to one side at meal times, and frequently having to pick up bits that had been knocked to the floor by the kids.
A few years back my husband, Alex, set about converting our dusty old junk room into a studio. Not only is the room beautifully lit and decorated, but I can now scatter my various tools and materials around without worrying that they’ll get in the way, or disappear down the back of a chair.
My studio contains numerous past creations, inspirational books for the imagination (from Monet to martial arts), cupboards full of fabric, racks of thread, and drawers of ribbons and beads. The level of tidiness fluctuates, depending on how much time I have on my hands, and whether my daughter has arrived home needing somewhere to dump her boxes…
Boomerangs, chickens, bowls, feathers and fans.
The business end.
Alex and me