17 Oct

The After

Remember the before?

Here’s my studio “after:”

I’m not calling it done, but it has plateaued to the point where it is functional and I’ve been spending my mornings there. The table is a new addition since our belongings that were in storage arrived. It’s a vintage Saarinen table that belonged to my parents and even though I’ve parted with nearly all of my college and graphic designer reference, inspiration, and tools, have purged my collection of California pottery, and I plan to garage sale a good deal of furniture and stuff that doesn’t work in this house, I just can’t part with this table. It’s too short for lots of cutting but I don’t care — it’s bigger than the even shorter dresser I was cutting on before the storage stuff arrived. Margaret of Resurrection Fern found my table’s daughter and made magic with it. Too bad Canada and Hawaii are an ocean apart because I’m tempted to try and convince her that the mushroom stool really belongs at my house!

Opposite the sewing and cutting side of the room is this side. I had set up the dresser as my cutting area, but when I couldn’t find any studs in the wall on which to hang the box of drawers, I moved them here (where they are working just fine) and brought in the pedestal table to cut on. The green paper collage is my son’s work. The rest of the wall is pretty much filled with my collection of mushroomy fun.

The wall between these two is mostly one long window and will eventually have some sort of sleeping arrangement in front of it. Whether that’s the white sleeper sofa currently downstairs, or a new fold-out foam thing has yet to be determined. The fourth wall is the closet with it’s mirrored sliding doors. They may be covered with a batting “curtain” for a design wall, but as long as I’m making garments and small stuff I’m not going to worry about that yet.

25 Sep

I Hit a Wall

Remember the mess that was my studio/guest room? I did manage to clean it up enough to bring in a mattress for my mom to sleep on when she was here. Plus, she helped me organize it even more. My original plan was to put some shelves and storage on the walls, but even with a stud finder, we found no studs. I’m not sure how a house can be build without studs, but everywhere I’ve nailed or drilled, it’s always been just drywall — even if the stud finder, or rapping on the wall, suggests that one area might be more solid than the others, it’s not. So, I put artwork on the walls and some drawers re-purposed as display shelves, but nothing too heavy. However, behold the clean floor and usable ironing board in the background! Perhaps I will post more another day when the sewing area to the left is more resolved. I do need to show off the wall crammed with more mushrooms, art and inspiration.

I had originally planned (medium to long range) to buy a new sofa for the living room (leather!) and move our IKEA Ektorp sofa-bed up here. We got our last delivery of stuff (the things that had been in storage for the last eight years) and that has changed my plan. I’ll share our “big furniture” another day when it’s not surrounded by boxes, but trust me, it’s BIG! I think it grew in the warm darkness of the Arizona warehouse.  Needless to say, it dominates our living room and the addition of a dark leather couch would only worsen the effect. Now I’ve pretty much decided, for my sake, and the sake of future movers, to get one of those fold out foam bed/lounger/teen sofa things. Maybe I’ll get an ugly one at a box store and make a slipcover out of something cool and polka dotty.

What I really wanted to say though, was that with the much anticipated arrival of the big furniture, our washer and dryer, and more boxes, I’ve hit a wall when it comes to this moving process. I thought I’d be elated at having everything back together again. Instead, I am on the verge of tears because I now have more things to unpack and deal with. I guess my subconscious thought we were done. The big furniture, which was awesome 15 years ago when I was a graphic designer and really needed the flat files in it, and when we didn’t know how nomadic we’d become, is now a giant monument to immobility. I look at it and want it to disappear.  In fact, I’d like the moving fairies to come and finish off all my house projects: empty and remove the boxes; find places for everything that we love and use; make everything else disappear; make it all magically look wonderful.

Luckily, cherful things are happening too. Deborah sent us a sweet housewarming gift of a book for the kids we had been talking about, and a piece of art for my walls. She thought it would go in my studio, but I think it will be perfect in my blue bedroom. (Terry‘s bird is there too, as are Sandra‘s vikings.)

It’s entitled “House Upon a Rock.” (See the actual little rock sewn on?) Deborah says it developed unexpectedly, but is appropriate for my new home on a big hunk of lava, and also because it is so important for military families to be built on a strong foundation. So true Deborah! I will frame it soon and get it up on the wall where it belongs.