From time to time I get a bit disillusioned with my job- the rat race-ness of it all, the driving to work. I long for a more creative, gentle, flexible way to earn a living. Right now, for us, this is not a viable option, but there are small, baby steps toward a time where I might be able to be at home more. One day Michael asked me what it was I really wanted to be doing, and I replied, "listening to National Radio while I work in my studio." Sometimes, you really have to put it out there. One of the things we (I) fell in love with about this property was this space I could claim as my own, and even when our family begins to expand I'm unlikely to have to give up this space, as I would have to a bedroom.
Welcome to my studio.
At the moment it's a dumping ground for the boxes we haven't got around to unpacking yet, and the off cuts of a couple of hastily thrown together projects. It's probably last on our do up list (so the mural might be there for a time yet!!) but I planted the seed of an idea that it may be the easiest room to do- the carpet tiles lift right out, and there's no wallpaper to strip, unlike the rest of the house. Except the toilet.
It's big too, half a double garage. So although we bought a 3 bedroom house, this studio means it will be flexible for us for a good while yet.