I'm sitting at my new desk with my toes nestled in a cream shag rug. It's my first full day working from the new studio. We still have a lot of painting and decorating to do before this place feels like home, but the shag rug is a cozy start -- along with my green, crocheted, doily coaster.
-- Which reminds me that I need to park a camera up here if my photos are to match up with my chit-chat now and again. Here are a few Nicey Jane pillows and a full-size Nicey Jane quilt. Recognize the settee, updated & reupholstered in a french-gray velveteen? --
The hardest thing to get used to is the glorious quiet. Who knew quiet could be so distracting.
My studio at home is smack-dab in the middle of the house, with two wide, arched entrances and no doors. I'm used to Isaac's music and loud-talk from the other room, dogs barking at the front door, Dora the Explorer calling out from the family room and Charlotte playing at my elbows. Oh, and four phones and a fax machine ringing intermittently.
Charlotte will still play at my elbows here, as she should. She has discovered a 'cave' at the back of my display dress form. She rounds up my three sock-doll bats and lets her imagination trot along. The beefy warehouse shelving makes for fabulous bunk beds too, I'm told. For turtles, elephants, bats, and little children.
The rest of the happy rackity-clackity will stay put at home. I'll still be there most of the time to enjoy it.
Gotta run. My mom is on her way over for a lunch date.