Not sure if I have mentioned about the different creative hobbies I have. I sew, quilt, make paper, do photography, occasionally paint, work with plaster of paris, write and sometimes I do other stuff too. Whew, it sure can make a home cluttered and you run out of room to store all the equipment hobbies require.
When I sew and quilt I drag out my machine, the cutting mat and all the paraphernalia that goes with it. It sits on the dinning table, I put up an extra table for cutting and then there’s the ironing that you simply must do. When papermaking it can be a fight over who has the right to use the kitchen counters, sink and table. No there will be no supper today the kitchen is full of paper slurry, forms and if any grease gets on it there will be heck to pay. The photography is not that big of a deal as I’m all about the digital. I won’t mention the painting and plaster crap supplies.
My beloved hates seeing me have to drag out stuff for a week or two and than have to pack it all back up to fit it snugly back into place. Eureka! He had this great idea so I would not have to go through so much trouble for my interests. He wanted to build me my very own space. And everybody says AHHH. What a great guy!
Some of you know he underwent replacement knee surgery. But yet he still wanted to build this space for me, which is so sweet. I call it a “studio.” Now I know he can’t be climbing around on ladders and roofs and on his knees smoothing concrete and I know that I don’t want to be hanging sheet rock, taping and floating not to mention the horror- I mean complete repulsion for doing plumbing work. So I brought up the builder down the road. He could most likely do it in a quarter of the time, weeks compared to the years it would take us.
I was so glad when that idea didn’t’ hurt his feelings. You know men can sometimes be so macho about stuff like that. Each thing the contractor completes will make my beloved happy which in turn will make me smile. The cost is not so bad if you consider the time and knowledge the contractor brings. Not to mention the back and muscles of his crew. We would only be able to work on it on the weekends and the contractor comes during the weekdays. Below is a photo of the back yard before construction begun.
At one time we had 25 trees in the back yard, most were pine and Sweetgum but there was this one oak. Pine trees don’t fair well in high winds and hurricanes. They are sappy in summer, with pinecones falling on your head and pine needles just waiting to catch on fire as they lay a foot thick on the grass. No wait no grass just dirt. Sweetgum are just awful dropping those horrid spiky things all over the yard. They refuse to be raked up and stab the bottom of bare feet. Ouch! The oak tree, now that’s a tree. It stood nice and straight. Was pretty tall but regrettably it was too close to the future studio foundation. I was sorry to see it go and plan on re-planting a new one or more in a better location. More on this project as we progress and complete it {cross fingers}..JPG)
When I sew and quilt I drag out my machine, the cutting mat and all the paraphernalia that goes with it. It sits on the dinning table, I put up an extra table for cutting and then there’s the ironing that you simply must do. When papermaking it can be a fight over who has the right to use the kitchen counters, sink and table. No there will be no supper today the kitchen is full of paper slurry, forms and if any grease gets on it there will be heck to pay. The photography is not that big of a deal as I’m all about the digital. I won’t mention the painting and plaster crap supplies.
My beloved hates seeing me have to drag out stuff for a week or two and than have to pack it all back up to fit it snugly back into place. Eureka! He had this great idea so I would not have to go through so much trouble for my interests. He wanted to build me my very own space. And everybody says AHHH. What a great guy!
Some of you know he underwent replacement knee surgery. But yet he still wanted to build this space for me, which is so sweet. I call it a “studio.” Now I know he can’t be climbing around on ladders and roofs and on his knees smoothing concrete and I know that I don’t want to be hanging sheet rock, taping and floating not to mention the horror- I mean complete repulsion for doing plumbing work. So I brought up the builder down the road. He could most likely do it in a quarter of the time, weeks compared to the years it would take us.
I was so glad when that idea didn’t’ hurt his feelings. You know men can sometimes be so macho about stuff like that. Each thing the contractor completes will make my beloved happy which in turn will make me smile. The cost is not so bad if you consider the time and knowledge the contractor brings. Not to mention the back and muscles of his crew. We would only be able to work on it on the weekends and the contractor comes during the weekdays. Below is a photo of the back yard before construction begun.
At one time we had 25 trees in the back yard, most were pine and Sweetgum but there was this one oak. Pine trees don’t fair well in high winds and hurricanes. They are sappy in summer, with pinecones falling on your head and pine needles just waiting to catch on fire as they lay a foot thick on the grass. No wait no grass just dirt. Sweetgum are just awful dropping those horrid spiky things all over the yard. They refuse to be raked up and stab the bottom of bare feet. Ouch! The oak tree, now that’s a tree. It stood nice and straight. Was pretty tall but regrettably it was too close to the future studio foundation. I was sorry to see it go and plan on re-planting a new one or more in a better location. More on this project as we progress and complete it {cross fingers}.
