New Space in which ugly grey carpet has been removed.
I'm gutting my office and streamlining my studio, albeit a little late for Spring cleaning. I have stacks of books to toss, bins of wool roving and fabric I have no intention of felting or sewing (Do you felt? Sew?), and too many bottles of mostly used up paint that just needs to GO. Anything that doesn't have a place to call home in this room is going to be curbside by the end of the weekend.
What better time than to bring even more of my favorite color into my workspace! I'm nuts for turquoise, robin's-egg, peacock, azure...stop me. I'm hoping to move into a studio space in town in June, so soon this room will go back to having a bed in it to comfort weary travelers. Or a reading room. Or...
I found a couple of Eames-y chairs on eBay for the new space(I fell in love with these too, but seafoam is not the same as turquoise, is it?) and am on the hunt for a table that is more perfect than the door on ikea legs I currently make use of. Shouldn't be too difficult, right?
In the meantime, I absconded with the vintage writing desk in our entryway (to get my computer off of the workspace) so I could test the two tables I have in my office now-one for packing and shipping on the left, one for making bundles and painting on the right and my laptop nestled in between. Will I really need TWO big tables in the new space? It's very matchy matchy for the moment, but I'm not sure it really bothers me. I think I could paint the walls and every piece of furniture in the joint with the same "seascape" hue I painted the table with and be A-OK.
I'm thinking about being...ALONE. In a room. With lots of windows on two sides-an upper corner unit. One with not much in it except what I need to create. None of my essentials will be allowed to comingle with the electric bill, the baby shower gift, the immunization requests that go unsigned. No plastic pinwheel to act as a punji stick on the soft underside of my sleepy foot at midnight. Just think of it!
Current space, which is being staged as if it were New Space. For practice.
"Women, then, have not had a dog's chance of writing poetry. That is why I have laid so much stress on money and a room of one's own." - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
