When I was in high school I was really into oil painting. My "studio" was in the far corner of my bedroom where I had a built in desk and shelf, and at any given time you could walk into my room to see brushes and paint tubes strewn across the floor. If you know anything at all about oil paint, you know that it is MESSY and that once it is on something, it is staying on that something. After accidentally spilling once or twice, my white carpet quickly became a receptacle for unwanted paint - I am ashamed to say it, but it seconded as a paint rag. To this day I walk into that room and feel embarrassed about how poorly I treated that carpet. And my poor poor parents. (Mom and dad, take this as an official "I'm sorry".)
I tell you all this because I think about where my artistic journey began, on the floor of my bedroom, to where I am now and I just couldn't be happier. Artists need a creative space to work, and I finally have a spacious craft room that fits the bill perfectly. My space is split into three sections: a sewing station, a fabric cutting station, and a painting station. Without the space and the organization (aka if I was working on the floor of my bedroom again) doing what I do simply wouldn't be possible. I know how lucky I am to have such a great space.
Here's a peek.