Before I finished yesterday’s painting, I took some time to take pictures of the painting itself, and out the window. We don’t get a lot of fog out here, so the pea souper we got was fascinating to watch as it lifted. From thick and dense, it slowly dissipated – I was cold from the damp, but the view was great.
Sunrise in the studio.
I’ve had a room I call “The Studio” for years now – but somehow it has never felt especially complete until yesterday. Why? I bought a sewing table. For the last 30 years I have had to clear off the drafting table or take over the dining table to sew. It’s a nuisance for someone who really enjoys sewing but hates clutter. Take things out. Put things away. Hate the mess of clutter. Hate the urgency to put things away. Thus, on a whim, when I saw this table, I bought it. Because it was a floor model, it was marked down, but even better, it was already assembled! At last, my sewing urges can be allowed to stay out in the open, at my whim and will.
Sewing has its corner.
Painting has its own corner.
Computer has its own corner.
Cameras and supplies are on the shelves, as are books and paper and paint and thread.
All is right with the world.
Okay, the shower is tiled, but now is covered in plastic sheeting, protected by the painter from the paint. Hidden but not forgotten as its door arrives Friday!
But what else has been happening? We now have floors. Not rugs. Not hardwood. Vinyl, 20mm thick, looks like wood and designed for dogs. You read that right: dogs. The flooring has textures so that dogs have traction and don’t go flying down the hallway. It’s actually quite nice. It feels good underfoot.
And, the vanities have arrived, but until the painter is done, they remain covered and mysterious. They need to be installed before the template for the countertops can be made, and then installed.
My studio and J’s office are beginning to become usable again. Funny how daily habits, when upset, are so nice to take up again. I like reading the news and drinking my coffee in the morning, and perusing other blogs. My cameras are back on the shelves – not all of them, but a lot of them – and I used my Nikon Df here, with the 85mm f1.8, to take some photos. I also used some film cameras outdoors … the drafting table is in place, and paints and paper and brushes are reappearing.
And, my wrist and finger are mending very well, and I am out of the finger splint altogether, but wear the wrist splint at night or when my wrist feels tires or sore. Hard to believe I went flying over Smudge (dog) 4 weeks ago.
Home, Sweet Home!
Ink, Yarn & Beer 