I am a scrapping squatter in my own house. Sure, I have my own space for scrapping but since it's in the attic, it's an oven during the day. (And most nights, too.) So I have taken to scrapping in our dining room where the ceiling fan keeps the room cool. At first, I brought down only what I needed and returned everything to my scrap room afterwards. But eventually, I got tired of going up and down two plights of stairs to the third floor just to get a prima flower or the color cardstock I needed. It breaks my momentum. Not to mention, I abhor exercise in any form. :-) So finally, I brought most of my stuff downstairs. Much to my yaya's dismay, I imagine. In addition to my kids' toys and books, she now has to clean around my boxes in the dining and living rooms.
The dining cum scrapping table. I have to make sure I evacuate during meal times. But I think the time will soon come when I'd be scrapping at one side of the table while my family eats at the other.
Some of my stuff has spilled over to the piano. Sarah and Diego complain that they have to move my stuff out of the way before they can play. I'm sure they're just using that as an excuse to avoid piano practice.
Books and magazines have been removed from the library to be within easy reach.
Cardstock, patterned papers and the printer in one corner of the sala set which my DH made. In case you didn't notice, the scanner was in a corner of the dining room.
More stuff (thankfully in boxes) strewn on the floor.
I don't know how much longer I can scrap like these, but so far, the past few days have been very productive.