Because this is definitely not the end!
In my mind I’ve made both of my beautiful girls a couple of summer dresses each this year. My imagination sees them floating around, cool and comfy in loose cotton, sewn if not completely expertly, then definitely with love and good intentions. But you know what they say about good intentions. I have fabric, I have patterns, I have thread, a sewing machine and even new sewing machine needles, and I have an excuse.
Once upon a time on the side of our house there was a room called a conservatory. It’s glass all the way around but with a solid ceiling so it’s not exactly a typical conservatory. The previous owners used it as a dining room; or at least presented it as a dining room when we looked around the house, but we thought that was far to grown up and sedentary a use so it has in its turn been a sort of home gym (well it had H’s weights’ bench in it), the home of H’s darts board, his art studio, and most recently, when the imminent arrival of Elma evicted my crafty things from our remaining bedroom in favour of another cot and a changing table, our studio.
And then. Well it’s still our studio in name. But it’s been a while since either of us could do more in there than the ironing. Even the darts became a bit of a challenge.
Because the door between the studio and the kitchen is the original outside door to the house, it’s got a lock, and that means you can put all sorts of spiky, sharp, toxic toddler-enticing things on the other side, and they can’t get to them. And as Kitty grows taller and taller we’ve discovered we’ve got more than a few of those, and not quite enough ceiling height shelves!
But enough is enough. We want our studio back, and as the perfect time to start any major house project is when you’re so heavily pregnant you can’t reach the floor any more, we thought we’d go for it. Well actually it was more along the lines of, if we don’t sort this now, we never will.
The plan was to evict the final chair of our very first sofa suite (bonus points if you can actually spot the chair) move the canvas rack from behind the ironing board to where the chair had been, and put in as much storage as we could squeeze into the remaining space.
And then de-clutter. Well a little bit, and only within reason.
So we measured, went to IKEA, and bought what used to be called an Expedit and is now called something that sounds a bit like it should be cough medicine. And as of a Sunday afternoon we have achieved stage 1. We opened the doors, pulled out most of the contents and plonked them on the patio table and now – we have bookcases, thanks to some stunning work by H armed with an alun key and the curiosity that is a set of IKEA instructions.
Clearly we’ve some way to go, and my next challenge is to unearth my desk, but I think I can see enough progress to at least start dreaming of my Pinterest-worthy dream studio. I know I’m only going to get snippets of time to actually sit at my desk and play over the next few years so I want to make sure that I make the best use of that time when I can steal it. I have visions of a clear desk ready to work on anything that takes my fancy; the fabric and yarn neatly organised onto the shelves or bagged up as projects and tucked into canvas boxes, and I’ve got a plan for a terribly cunning sort of wall hanging system so that I’ve got all my scissors and rotary cutters and different sorts of marker pens all within reach.
So given that I’m starting, if not with a blank canvas, then a preloved but prepared to be whitewashed over sort of a one, I’m in search of ideas so tell me, what would you have in your dream studio?