There’s something about small working spaces that appeals to me. I mean, how much room does a person really need when you’re stuck behind a computer anyway? I’ve always thought that the bigger the space is, the bigger the mess is. Maybe that’s one reason I like the confines of my modestly sized Airstream trailer so much; keep it simple and no one get’s hurt.
So recently, when the time came to give up my convenient in-house studio/office so my daughter could reclaim her bedroom, I asked myself how I was going to squeak out a new workspace from our tiny homestead. I could squat in the corner of our master bedroom with my laptop perched upon a box. Nope. I could shovel the spider webs out of a corner of the attic. Uh uh. Or maybe I could talk my husband into building me a garden cottage studio in the backyard. Oh yeah, now that’s the ticket.
When I pitched the idea to Jack he was a little less than enthusiastic. It was a big project and both lack of time and money were big factors. But, the image of me sitting on a box in the corner of our bedroom convinced him, and several months later I am the proud inhabitant of a new small workspace in the backyard.
The trip to my new studio/office is a short commute out the back door, just past the grapevined pergola and outdoor dining deck. It is a mere 10’ X 12” and sports a shingled roof, vaulted ceiling, tract lighting, homemade crank windows, and a Dutch door. The small, humble interior is a perfect fit for my Craigslist desk and my funky futon couch. And, the tiny loft Jack added at the last minute is an oh-so-perfect perch for my ever-increasing collection of old, dented tin globes. Finished off with a smattering of homeless garden furniture, some shelving for books and supplies, and a few bulletin boards for my plethora of strange and useless ephemera, the room is my ultimate Shangri-la (or maybe “shedgri-la” is a more appropriate name for it.)
So I say poo-poo to those Pottery Barn catalog sized home offices with their oversized leather chairs and three-tiered desk exchanges. And, ta ta to the glamorous executive home office suites with floor to ceiling library bookshelves and separate lounge seating areas. I’m content with my postage sized puttering space. My gnome-home office. It’s all mine, and it's all I’ll ever need.
…now, if it was just silver.
So recently, when the time came to give up my convenient in-house studio/office so my daughter could reclaim her bedroom, I asked myself how I was going to squeak out a new workspace from our tiny homestead. I could squat in the corner of our master bedroom with my laptop perched upon a box. Nope. I could shovel the spider webs out of a corner of the attic. Uh uh. Or maybe I could talk my husband into building me a garden cottage studio in the backyard. Oh yeah, now that’s the ticket.
When I pitched the idea to Jack he was a little less than enthusiastic. It was a big project and both lack of time and money were big factors. But, the image of me sitting on a box in the corner of our bedroom convinced him, and several months later I am the proud inhabitant of a new small workspace in the backyard.
The trip to my new studio/office is a short commute out the back door, just past the grapevined pergola and outdoor dining deck. It is a mere 10’ X 12” and sports a shingled roof, vaulted ceiling, tract lighting, homemade crank windows, and a Dutch door. The small, humble interior is a perfect fit for my Craigslist desk and my funky futon couch. And, the tiny loft Jack added at the last minute is an oh-so-perfect perch for my ever-increasing collection of old, dented tin globes. Finished off with a smattering of homeless garden furniture, some shelving for books and supplies, and a few bulletin boards for my plethora of strange and useless ephemera, the room is my ultimate Shangri-la (or maybe “shedgri-la” is a more appropriate name for it.)
So I say poo-poo to those Pottery Barn catalog sized home offices with their oversized leather chairs and three-tiered desk exchanges. And, ta ta to the glamorous executive home office suites with floor to ceiling library bookshelves and separate lounge seating areas. I’m content with my postage sized puttering space. My gnome-home office. It’s all mine, and it's all I’ll ever need.
…now, if it was just silver.
OMGosh! Meredith it is adorable! I am so envious! Pls show us inside shots too!
ReplyDeleteM,
ReplyDeleteI love it!!! I'm so happy you have your own special space to work your magic in.
I can't wait to have a cocktail & crafts night with you in there!
K.
Hi Meredith... That is amazing... Send Jack down to SD to make us something like that....
ReplyDeleteVery cool!
Lindsey