I posted Saturday about clearing off a table we have in our family room. We dubbed the part of that newly cleared table, the part that doesn’t have the all important laptop sitting on it, H’s “studio space.”
This was a 2 birds/1 stone type of thing that has worked out pretty damned well I gotta say.
H had been doing a lot of his drawing on our for-real dining room table, the one in the dining room, where we eat. Every night it came time to clear off pencils and markers and crayons and scissors and tape and scraps of paper and finished works and partial works.
Now all of that stuff has been moved to the “studio space.” H loves it because he has his own spot to do his own thing and he doesn’t have to be run out of it every night at dinner. His Mom and I love it for the same reasons, though maybe not in the same order.
The original plan didn’t call for the studio space, it only called for clearing the clutter off of one table. Once we started running with it things started happening though and now H, his Mom, myself, and two rooms and two tables are happier for it.
So, uh, run with it I guess…or something.