I posed the question on flaminghot ”My studio is…”  asking bloggers to complete the sentance.  I asked this question because, I am realizing my safe haven for creation is not what I expected.  What I envisioned and what is reality, are two different things.

When looking for homes in New Hampshire, my husband stumbled upon our current home.  He showed me an online video tour with my studio in full panoramic view. An impressive sight, my studio is the size of a 2 car garage.  Built by a man wanting a furniture restoration space, it is my dream.  Loads of daylight, paint and varnish spattered cement flooring, tattered looking drywall, electric, heat and air conditioning made the space mouth watering.  I really didn’t care about the rest of the house.  The studio called my name. 

I had such great plans.  A place to escape and create to my hearts content.  Peace, quiet and organized chaos was in order.  Little did I realize, Mom’s studio is a fun place to hang out.  Now, I know putting the second computer in my studio was probably a mistake.  But, I wanted to monitor child internet use.  Fine, this should mean I have school days to myself, right?  Wrong!  My husband, who has a perfectly good computer in his office, often finds the need to come use the children’s computer. What?  I can’t be that magnetic after all these years. 

On the weekends, I take off to my studio to escape family noise.   A nice phone chat with my sister, in my space, is all I crave.  But no,  somehow everyone finds their way into my space and no longer am I free to chat at will.  Am I really THAT cool? 

I doubt it.  Just today my 9 year old daughter put her hand on the mouthpiece of the phone, looked at me in all seriousness and said “Could you give me some space here, I’m having a private conversation.”  Don’t worry, like any good Mother I marched her out of MY studio and escorted her to her bedroom.  But, it made me wonder.  What is so awesome about my studio that everyone wants to hang out?  Could it be the extra beverage refridgerator?  The piles of stuff  in every corner?  Or is it the simple fact you never really have to clean up after yourself in a studio.  After all, chaos breeds creativity. 

I really don’t want to know.  I like to think I’m so loved they all want to be near me.  Don’t bother commenting otherwise, I’ll delete it.