The side room in my grandfather’s basement has become my hobby cave. I don’t live with him anymore but he has allowed me to keep my things in the basement. There is nothing special about the room it just looks like the average basement. My favorite part of the room is the far right corner, my music corner. I have a section just for my ring making with all my supplies set up.
Besides all my hobby junk inhabiting the side room it just looks like an average eighty something year old basement. To get to it you walk down the painfully creaky staircase covered in an awful orange shag carpet. The room is carpeted in a pale blue indoor/outdoor carpet. It has an unfinished ceiling with all the support beams and piping running through it. White sealed walls. And a huge deep freezer that no one can believe still hasn’t died yet.
The far right corner of this room is littered with all of my instruments and accessories. I have six strings and a bass mounted on the wall. A violin, flute, and saxophone sit out on stands. And an end table sitting against the wall looks like a guitar threw up on it, it’s scattered with tremols, whammy bars, a few springs, various tools, and my stereo. This one corner of the room is my absolute favorite place to be. My instruments are like my best friends.
One of my hobbies is making rings and other jewelry from different metals. The corner diagonal to my music corner I have a little workshop set for making rings and such. A brick box sits on an old computer desk. I use brick so I don’t accidently set the house on fire. On a cork board I have all my different saws, grips, emery boards and other tools I use. One of my friends described this area once as looking like a torture dungeon because of the tools and torches.
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