A Room Full of Chaos—and Dreams
I know folks like to assume the kitchen is the heart of the home. But in my house? The chaos lives in the craft room. And when I say “worst room,” I don’t mean it’s ugly or unloved—I mean it’s a beautiful, overwhelming mess that somehow rules my entire life.
Welcome to My Craft Cave
This ain’t your average craft nook. Oh no, honey—this is the headquarters of Mama Crow’s. It’s where I make every single wax melt y’all love so much. It’s got zones. Like, legit stations:
A melting station for my wax melter
A pour station to get those blends just right
A packing station to label, wrap, and box it all up
And let’s not forget the shelves stacked with molds, fragrance oils, bags, and every kind of supply you can think of
More Than Wax—It’s a One-Woman Workshop
And as if that wasn’t enough? This room also houses my:
- Silhouette Cameo vinyl cutter
- T-shirt press
- Sublimation printer
- Regular ol’ printer
- Sewing machine
- Crochet yarn stash big enough to clothe a small village
- Freshie supplies
- Paints, canvases, markers, glue guns—you name it
Oh—and this is also where I record TikToks and photograph product shots. So yeah. If you ever wondered where the magic happens, it’s right here… buried under a pile of glitter and half-labeled shipping envelopes.
Why It Stays That Way
I’ve tried organizing it. I’ve bought the bins. I’ve labeled drawers. I even had a vision board moment where I thought I’d turn it into a Pinterest-worthy dream space. But between restocks, custom orders, content creation, and trying to remember if I already bought more pipettes (I did), it just never quite gets there.
The truth is, this room works hard. And because I work hard, this room ends up looking like a tornado of productivity on most days. Clean it all up? Sure. But by tomorrow, it’ll look like I never touched it.
And Honestly? I Kinda Love It
Do I cringe a little when I walk in and trip over a roll of shrink wrap? Yep. Do I dream of a giant, open studio with perfect lighting and fancy storage drawers? Of course. But this room is proof of everything I’ve built.
It’s not just the worst room. It’s the most real room. It holds my mess, my creativity, and every idea I’ve brought to life (even the weird ones I probably shouldn’t have tried to mold in the first place).
So Don’t Judge the Mess
Next time you see one of my wax melts, just know it came from a place that’s equal parts organized chaos and creative heart. And if you’ve got a room that looks more “lived in” than lovely? You’re in good company.
Tell me—what’s your worst room and why? Let’s make peace with the mess and celebrate the magic it hides.
Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.