I dug through my email folder and figured out that I met Susan and Jacob in early May, 2012, when I joined the Seattle Collaborative Space Alliance group–a place for coworking space owners and other collaborative space holders in our area to get to know each other, hang out together, swap stories, and help each other out. I quickly realized that I’d actually met them briefly before, back in 2008, when I visited their coworking space, Office Nomads, as I was exploring my options as a new, free, recently jumped-from-my-corporate ship human. And I remembered that seeing their space back then helped me say “No!” to going back to my old world of work.

But this past year, Daniel and I opened our home as a coworking space, so I began to get to know them as fellow coworking space holders, and I’ve come to think of them as friends. Susan and Buckley dog sometimes come and work in our space, and I recently became a 5-days-a-month member of their space. I recognized Office Nomads as a self-created, soul-satisfying work space, in large part because they both glow when they talk about their space, and the coworking community and culture in general, and their own business partnership. So Daniel and I headed over one sunny late January afternoon to hear their story…

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A few months back we interviewed hand-craft bicycle bag maker Martina of Swift Industries. As we wrapped up, she recommended several of her neighbors who had also created soul-satisfying work spaces, saying “I would go to Northwest Peaks, which is a brewery. He calls himself a nano-brewery. He’s just vending out of a garage, right around the corner here too.” As she said this Daniel, my sweetie + photographer’s eyes lit up, and I knew there was no question about it. At some point soon, we would be going to that nanobrewery…

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Why I Love This Book

“How cool is this?!” I just kept repeating to myself as Simone and I drove from our home to Amstelveen, all within a 25 km radius of Amsterdam. Too bad our own car, The Pink Slut, was in the repair shop. We parked the undefined-color car that we’d borrowed in front of an old police building. The building is now occupied by Marc Barteling. Marc is the creator of the website WhyILoveThisBook.com, a site that contains one-minute videos of book reviews by passionate book readers.

Marc is a passionate book reader himself. And he has a mobile workspace. He has a camper. Or motorhome. Or whatever the correct English word for it is. It’s a studio on wheels where people join him and tell stories about their favorite book.

“How cool is this?!” I repeated to myself.

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We met Niki at the beginning of her work day, 6 p.m., at the alley entrance to the old brick building within which her Mobius Cycle studio lives. We followed our gracious host several floors up a winding, dusty staircase—photographer Daniel looking at the beautiful light coming through the old windows and fashion-challenged me admiring her dreadlocks—all the way up to the wide and open door of the floor she works on. The floor holds many work spaces, she explained, including Mobius Cycle. Where her work space ended and the others’ work spaces began wasn’t entirely clear. We would eventually come to understand this as simply an extension of Niki herself…

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Always in Flux

Fisher and Sean (called the amazingly-energetic-20-something duo, or AE20D, by my collective name-giving brain) told me that we should talk to Martina of Swift Industries, because she and her husband Jason have created a soul-satisfying work space for themselves designing and making bike bags and accessories in Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood.

A few days later, Daniel and I pulled up in front of a deep gray (concrete?) old warehouse building that was kind of ugly and not very inviting from a distance. But we’ve learned that it’s pointless to judge a space by its cover, like people, and, well, books. And as we walked up toward the building, we began to see interesting architectural details emerge—the building’s lovely features doing a pretty good job at overcoming their painfully uniform and gray paint job for those close enough to notice.

We weren’t exactly sure where to enter the building at first, and then–after we found the door–whether to knock or just go in. But we were fresh off our time with Haulin’ Colin, and I wasn’t feeling at all worried this time. Colin had taught us a new truth: makers rock, especially creative-every-day, bikes and bike-related accessories, makers. Thanks to Colin, we’d fallen a little in love with Martina before we’d even met, and I couldn’t wait to meet her. I bounced up the gray steps with a big grin on my face. A little initial awkwardness would not stop Daniel and I—the amazingly-energetic-for-40-somethings duo.

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Swift Industries

Martina gave us a tour of their entire building–within which Swift Industries is one of many small hand-craft-related businesses–before showing us their space and answering our questions about the space. The conversation and some images from the tour follow. Click here for the interview. Martina: The warehouse was bought about 2 years ago by two… Read more »

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Cover Colin

My neighbor, friend, and coworker Fisher thought immediately of Colin’s bike-centered fabrication and machine shop when I told him I was looking for self-created, soul-satisfying work spaces, and he was generous enough to introduce us via email.

Two weeks later, Daniel and I were walking toward the Equinox building–where Colin’s shop lives–in the most industrial part of Seattle’s industrial arts Georgetown neighborhood. With every step we took, I felt more out of my element. We passed a guy working on a pickup truck engine. Then a few more guys drinking beer at a cobbled-together table. Would there be any other women in the space? Then the walk down several long, dusty hallways. Metal vehicle parts and metal art hung at random on old nails, hooks.

I took a deep breath. Would I have anything in common with the man at the end of this hallway? And would he trust a woman whose fingernails suddenly felt ridiculously, obnoxiously, and actually arrogantly clean?

Still wishing I’d just left the afternoon’s gardening clothes and dirt on, I stepped through Colin’s door: shop 109.

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As you approach Del Webber’s home/work space, a patch of forest rises out of a sea of strip malls, suburban houses, and wide-paved streets. His narrow gravel driveway reads like the first page of a really good murder mystery. What awaits us behind those trees? The trees dim the light the farther down his driveway you go. As you pull into his yard, it’s only as your eyes adjust to the dimmed forest light that you begin to notice the art.

Art everywhere.

Round wooden balls as tall as me casually tossed like marbles around the base of a tree. Chairs hanging like wind-chimes beneath a round tree house. Stone, wood, and metal sculptures poking out from behind tree branches and tucked into spaces that the forest appears to have created just for them. This is a magic place. And you can’t help but wonder about its caretaker. Wonder just who this city-forest-dwelling and giant-art-scattering human is…

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