Crap Room

K has promised me a craft room. For those of you who do not yet know, we are DINKS (double income, no kids) living in a four bedroom house. So we have more rooms that we need. Currently one is where we sleep, another is an "office" and holds my mess of clothes. The other two where basically empty. Junk rooms I suppose. We ironed in one, wrapped gifts in the other. Very important tasks, so why shouldn't they have a room dedicated to them?

This Craft Room idea was all his own. I think perhaps it came out of two fears that K has. 1. I will eventually drown him in yarn and 2. Empty rooms without purpose may be thought as spaces for babies. This is his way of killing two birds with one stone.

So I give you the Crap Craft Room...