Maybe it was finding this week's entry in the "LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN MY HOUSE!" that has me wanting to move everything around, vacuum, bleach, vacuum some more.
Check that guy out! I found him floating in my dish water...which I suppose is better than my bath water, but freaked me out just a bit anyway. Note to self: check your shoes.
Anyway, back to the studio...
This room, when we bought the house, was the personal dump of the former owners. There was a dirt floor, a variegated fiberglass roof, an old pizza oven whose dome had caved in unfortunately leaving it just a pile of bricks, mountains of trash, and a little room that housed the toilet. At least that's what I was told, I personally refused to go through the little door leading to the toilet. Not that I'm really a 5 star kind of girl but there's something about climbing over 50 years of someone's trash, closing myself in a 2'x3' room and pulling my pants down...no thanks.
Therefore, the room was one of the first projects. A floor was poured and tiled, walls build and a roof put on. Unfortunately we used a less than stellar guy to do the work and it’s all pretty half-assed. Apart from the rain that comes through the roof and cries down the walls and the breezes (gales) that waft (whip) through the (enormous) gaps by the door and windows, it’s just fine for me.
So yesterday with a spoonful of sugar and an amazing display of energy, time and paint, I gave the room a new look. Everything was moved out and the room was wiped down, painted, rearranged, and then, after a little culling, refilled.
Space to play with yarn
space to play with beads
space to display my goods when friends come over to shop
And space for whatever the spirit may move me to next.
What was all this space doing before?
It might have been housing this, which is still in the bedroom.
You think David will notice?
I’m pleased to report that I found no scorpions.
Completely unrelated to my clean studio except that I get to spend the day there because...Happy Day of the Italian Republic!