Someone recently asked me what my "studio" looks like. At this point in life, I can only dream of a studio. This is where I make stuff, a corner of the family room, spilling over to the kitchen table as needed. My art supplies also fill up a former coat closet in the hall, several iris carts stashed elsewhere in the house, and some storage under the bed. Underneath this table there are a total of four iris carts, and there are baskets of paper hanging out as well.