Here is what I was doing early yesterday morning, before breakfast and coffee, even…
There is nothing like having her own studio space to motivate a gal. “Studio” by the way, is what I’m calling my side because I’ve always thought it would be wonderful to be an artist or a designer, and although I shall likely never be either, because I like who I am as I am, I still think I should have a “studio” like a real artist or designer would. Which I’m not. But the room, the studio, doesn’t know that.
And there’s good old Dad, drywalling. He put up with my pout about how long drywall takes to dry, then tried his very best to make it hurry up.
On the “His” side of the garage, is the “workshop,” which I so named because I’m hoping a lot of carpentry-like work will go on in there.
These aren’t really “his” and “her” sides, just so you know. We can move around. The boys will come paint in the studio, no doubt, and we girls can wield a scrollsaw over in the workshop side just as well as any boy thankyouverymuch.
Sometime later, mmm hmmm, this fine thing came along to lay down the floor.
I like watching him work on projects, which is why I make myself look busy staining cabinets.
I’m too busy “working” to clean the house even. But I'm terrible at staining cabinets. Still. Sigh. Somebody has to look at him work!
To be continued……(on Monday)
p.s. Here's a link to the first post: How Things Can Get Out of Hand Around Here