I have a coffee table, one that I love. I bought it in Japan and shipped it back with me. It's wooden with a glass top insert. Under the glass are two drawers, one divided into nine sections, one not. It was the perfect little creative space, I could keep fabric and felts all flat and then needles, threads and other little bits all in their own little space. As I said, it was the perfect space, until the first bruise....
The little one, now pulling herself to stand, lost her balance and came down on the edge of the sharp leg. The bruise was instantaneous and she sported an egg on her head for days. The coffee table had to go. But I've missed my little space in the living room.
I present to you, my new crafting space in a box.
And when I'm all done, it latches up to keep curious hands away.
While crafting away, I've finished another Three Way Kanzashi Necklace/Brooch.
And Operation Make this House a Home continues (at a snail's pace). I've started a photo wall.