The Howdy Do

 It seems kinda strange for me to just start a blog and not give some background info first. So here's a virtual handshake, and I'll now attempt to give you a little bit of who I am and how Roseberry Workshop started.

Roseberry Workshop is based in my small approximately 20ftX20ft shop behind our house. I told you it was It  small :).

One day, not too long after Isaac and I got married (we were still living with my parents at this point) I decided to pick up this ugly big old box of a dresser off the curb with the intention of  taking it home and making it somewhat, less ugly. Well I enjoyed myself  so much, that I  quickly went out and found another piece and did that one too.  It became a fun hobby that seemed to produce a lot of endorphins that frankly, I seemed to be getting slightly hooked on. Shortly after my new found source of adrenaline was discovered, my hubby and I bought a house.

 The guy who sold us the house had this beautiful old minty pickup. He was sweet and let me sit in it for a picture. 

The guy who sold us the house had this beautiful old minty pickup. He was sweet and let me sit in it for a picture. 

The house was great, but guys, it had a REALLY OLD damp, musty garage in the back that was at that time, a luxury hotel for squirrels. You think that would be enough to make someone say "Bulldoze it!" right? Well that's exactly what Isaac said! But I loved it! It reminded me of my Gramma's old garage in Winnipeg located on--wait for it... Roseberry Street ;).  Ours had this old school horizontal sliding door on a metal track that was no longer functional, so you couldn't actually open it to park a vehicle inside.

 The shop in all it's moss-covered glory when we first bought the place.

The shop in all it's moss-covered glory when we first bought the place.

 I'm telling you the more I sat there and stared at it (you crafty, visionary go-getters will know exactly what's coming next) the more I saw it for what it COULD BE! So before my poor husband could really say no, I dove headfirst into revamping the garage (which soon became "the shop"), and started clearing it out, painting walls, all that stuff. Being such a nice guy, he helped me when I needed him, which was often, and he went along with my craziness all the way. 

  All this stuff was in there when we bought it, minus the pink dresser. I know, I'm crazy. I was already storing furniture in it way back then! This girl don't waste no time. 

 All this stuff was in there when we bought it, minus the pink dresser. I know, I'm crazy. I was already storing furniture in it way back then! This girl don't waste no time. 

I'll never forget my first picking trip, what a rush! I knew I needed to build up an inventory of finished pieces to sell for when I opened up to the public. We also had found a wood stove in the city that we wanted to buy for the shop. Since we live in a small town I knew I needed a bigger furniture pond to fish in to get a good haul, so I scouted out a bunch of inexpensive or free furniture on Edmonton Kijiji beforehand. We hopped in the truck and spent the day driving around the city collecting  furniture and going in and out of every thrift store we could find. No seriously, we went to every single one that my GPS would find us. God, I love my husband. What a good man!

 Wood stove and furniture in tow, we stopped for Chinese food before we embarked on the journey back home to Cold Lake.

Wood stove and furniture in tow, we stopped for Chinese food before we embarked on the journey back home to Cold Lake.

 When we got home my dad helped install our wood stove, I got a business license, painted up some pieces to sell, and Roseberry Workshop opened for business. Back then I had all of my ratty old unfinished pieces heaped up in a big pile in the middle of the room, so there was literally almost no room to move in there. *SIGH* Anyway, thankfully it was only like that for about a year, and then like most ugly ducklings do...

... it changed!