My boy loves his workshop. He loves to build and to create.
I found this amazing workbench in an antique shop in town. It was love at first sight. It is from an old school house in Iowa from the 1930's. Broken in, but sturdy and usable. There are saw marks on the vice grip and dings and dents out of the rest of it. I say that makes it "just about perfect".
We have collected his tools over the past couple of years. A friend of mine found the old crusty, red tool caddy which is put to much use. I found the old wrench and tools in my thrifting.
The pieces that come off his table are treasures in our home.
The small boat with sail was my birthday present from last week, with glitter I might add. His creations include boats, houseboats, bows and arrows, boxes for "stuff" and the occasional airplane.
What I love about his work is the use of all types of supplies. One is wood doused with glue and topped with felt. Another is bark with popsicle sticks, covered in glitter. Another is painted with rubber bands wrapped all around it. Sticks from the garden become masts of ships. Leaves and sewn fabric make pillows for his small houses. His imagination has no bounds.
But, most of all I love that there is something he really enjoys. He is my teacher and my opportunity most days. My full of energy, "impish wonder". He keeps the big daddy and I on our toes.
Sometimes though this work area allows him to shift out of that into a more quiet place. A creative place. A place where he makes the rules. Okay, other than, "you have to wear goggles" and "watch your fingers when you are hammering". Other than that it is "his" workspace. His place to let the artist-creator-builder-engineer loose. He needs that space.
And, that I understand completely.