When Andrew's new job came with a dope new work-from-home setup, he took my neglected desk and gave it purpose. So Doodled By Carrie was born at the kitchen table. We quickly learned that amalgamating life and work in the center of our home meant starving, running out of clean underwear, and damning the bathrooms to hell. The home studio initiative was briskly set in motion: designating a creative space out of the way of laundry, my patient husband, and decorative compromise. One month later, my tiny business is privileged to grow in the prettiest room of my house.
