My workspace is a problem.

As all two of you know (hi Barbara, hi Lisa) my workbench is located in a corner of my bedroom.  Right next to it is a giant wooden wardrobe that is jam packed with my shipping, polishing, beading, etc supplies.  I live in an apartment with crazy high ceilings but only 1200 square feet to fit my 2 kids, 2 cats and sweet husband and all of our worldly belongings.  So you have to build up, not out in this space.  That's why in the other corner is a very tall, skinny shelf that has my packaging and craft fair materials on it.  It's VERY tall and VERY skinny but it does the trick nicely.  This is me standing in my Metalicious space.

Once you get past the fact that my hair is up-- again-- and I am not wearing any make-up-- again--- what you don't see is my bed.  Well you can kind of see it peeking up right in front of where I'm standing.  Because it's RIGHT THERE NEXT TO MY BENCH. 

I dream of having an office where I can have actual dedicated spaces for all the parts of my job that I NEVER HAVE TO PUT AWAY EVERY TIME I USE THEM.  But space in New York City though easy to come by... is very hard to afford.  Rent for a 475 sq ft dump is a mere $1750 A MONTH.  *faints*

So... I work out of my bedroom but it feels like I'm working in here most of the time.

Not to mention that working from home means I pass by the dishes in the sink and then put them into the dishwasher.  Then I notice a spill from breakfast on the table.  So I wipe it down.  As I'm doing that I see all the toys that the kids left in the living room so I put them away.  And THEN I feel like I can start working.  Until I see pajamas someone left on the floor so I fold them and put them back into his room.  And while I'm in there I see some toys that were left out...

You can see where this is going.  And this is my life. 

But I have dreams!