During my spring break, the first week of April, I completed another house project. The people who lived here before us had a Winnie the Pooh nursery, which we used as a guest room. The décor was sweet for a baby, but decidedly less so for our adult guests. But then, in the five years we've lived here, we've only had overnight guests twice, so I can't say redecorating it was a priority. And I didn't have any particular ideas for what to do, so I just left it covered in Pooh.

(I have to stop and share a story. When we have parties, we make this room available to our guests with babies so they have a quiet place to nurse or put the baby down to sleep. The first time I showed one of our couple-friends to this room, I said before opening the door, "My apologies for the Pooh on the walls." I was a tad embarrassed, I guess, to have a room decorated like that when we don't have kids. A strange expression crossed the father's face, and when I opened the door and turned on the light, he quickly scanned the room and then said with noticeable relief, "OH! Winnie the Pooh! I get it. I thought you meant....never mind.")

Still, the room needed a transformation. But it wasn't until I started knitting that I finally had inspiration for this room. A studio! Of sorts.

Not a craft room/studio in the typical sense - I don't plan to do any actual knitting here. But I do have lots of knitting stuff that needs storing. And I need a place to go for inspiration, to flip through pattern books and fondle yarn and make big plans. And a guest room that is never used seems like a perfectly good waste of a room to me, so it seemed obvious that it become a guest room and studio combo. Guestudio?

The wall color is a light creamy yellow. I was completely unsure about it before painting, but I LOVE it. In the morning light, the walls glow. It makes me happy just to step into this room, which is exactly what a studio should do for a person.

So now a quick tour. On the left wall is a painted window that was part of the stage set for our high school production of Music Man. Rob and I were in the orchestra, and it was during those many rehearsals that we really got to know each other and flirted up a storm. By opening night, he'd asked me out. The rest is history, and I love that I can hang a piece of that history on the wall.

The print by the window is of a girl knitting while the boy plays guitar. That's us. Mason jars hold wooden spools and antique clothespins, and the sheep on the nightstand is there to watch over my wool and ensure our guests get a good night's sleep.

On the right wall is a shelf stuffed with yarn, my jar of knitting needles, and the glass head which is currently displaying a hat my brother gave me but will soon enough model stuff I've made. Above that is my inspiration board, and in the corner is my sewing basket which was a gift from my mom.

Behind the door is a rocking chair, which was a wedding gift from Rob's grandparents. And immediately to the right of the door is this, my favorite spot. More yarn! And some ribbon, too, for good measure.