I remember the glory days when I had an entire room with a window and everything. That sure was nice. Then it was limited to half the room. I should have realized then what was going to happen soon. The toys took over. Oh the toys toys toys! So, my prized scrapbook room became a toy room. But, my wonderful, thoughtful husband found a little table that would fit into my closet. At first I was mortified. I can't scrap in a closet. There is no one to talk to. Nothing to look at. No inspiration. But I finally came to realize that if I wanted a space that was all my own where little two year old hands couldn't reach in and destroy adhesives, glimmer mist, thickers, and chip board I would have to learn to scrap in a closet.
So here it is people. It's very modest. Don't laugh or you might hurt it's feelings. It's my scrap space. I love it and it loves me :)
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Mine is in a corner in my bedroom -- you probably have more space than I do and you can shut the door on the mess! I had mine in the closet for awhile but wasn't fond of being in the closet either! :)
ReplyDeleteSo tell me where you got your little paint palette thing -- I think I must have one. You inspired me at the Looza to delve into more paints!
I have no idea what all those things you listed are, but what a good use of extra space! Your pages are beautiful. :)
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