As you can read in the About Me page, I have a wealth of physical and mental issues. I don’t have much of a creative background, and I have absolutely zero experience as a maker. Ever since my stepdad died in 2015 it has just been my mom and I living together and our financial situation is incredibly poor. Given my situation and my background one could argue that I’m really not qualified to start making props and other things. You’d probably be right.
Back in December of 2017 I was hesitant about just starting out with a new hobby out of the blue for all those reasons and more. It’s now late October 2018 that I’m writing this and I’m still doubting myself on a daily basis. Crafting anything requires materials, and to do anything with those materials you need tools. Both cost money. Having some experience or skill wouldn’t go amiss either. You also need a work space. I had none of these things. But I really, really needed something more creative in my life, and I really wanted to see if I could make cool things and learn new skills while doing it. So I pushed ahead, forward into the unknown.
I realized that before I was going to make any plans, I was going to need a workplace. We live in a small “social rent” property for low incomes and we really don’t have room at our house. We technically have three bedrooms, but only two are large enough, and those are already being used as, well, our bedrooms. My room is where my PC is, and some of my game consoles, and I really didn’t want to make a mess there. I may have some consoles and some games, but I’m not the sort of guy who can just run out and replace them when they break. I don’t have that kind of money. We have a tiny shed in the backyard, but it’s leaky, unheated, has no electricity that’s safely usable, and above all, is already filled with all the junk any family keeps in their shed to begin with. So at home wasn’t an option, and that very quickly left me with very few options.
I really only had one option left at the time, and that was to ask my dad. He doesn’t live far from us – about a 10 minute walk, or less than 5 minutes by bike. My dad also lives in a social rent property. He’s essentially retired. He doesn’t have a lot of money, and his house is even smaller than ours, but he lives there by himself now. Since the house has three rooms upstairs, I begged my dad to let me use one of them as a hobby room… and he agreed that I could use the room he wasn’t really using much anyway. I was ecstatic, as I had finally cleared one of the conditions necessary to make a start with the new crafting hobby. Here are some pictures of the room as it was, then:
It wasn’t exactly the most convenient of rooms… that sloped roof ceiling removes a lot of the usable and walk able space. There were also some very strange details about the room that confused me, that not even me dad was sure about. Take this strange protrusion, for example, in one corner of the room — that was going to make it challenging to use that area. Or the incredibly off-level windows:
It was going to be difficult to use that room properly. As enthusiastic as I was about my dad agreeing to let me use this room to turn it into a hobby room, I realized that I was going to have to plan ahead and think carefully about what I was going to do next. It was going to be a slow progress, given that my various issues result in me being unable to spend more than a two, three hours at most a day on something that takes my full focus. Most definitely with days in between that I need a break from working on it. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the way my life is. Still, at least having a place I could use was good enough news, and I could start planning ahead to really make the room my own. That’s what my next two months were going to be spent on.