I have failed to post about all the construction, remodeling, landscaping, swearing, crying, painting, scraping, digging, sanding, sweeping, drinking, and washing we have done here so far.
I want to.
I want record it all.
But - it seems that with the end of each project or task comes a new one on its heels.
They have mounted up in a heap now, and I am so far behind that I became paralyzed.
Today I throw my paralysis to the wind.
Who cares if I am starting in the middle (or the end?).
Today is now.
Monday we started renovation on the one car attached garage.
This house didn't have that. We liked the house anyway (what were we thinking.. more stories to come)
The (my) garage is now almost complete - we are landscaping (by we, I mean my hardy-wife - you can see her wheel barrow there) and still need electric.
Since I am too lazy to actually get out of the car to open a garage door. This winter I ran an extension cord across the back yard into the basement. I am so clever.
Converting the one car garage to a studio was also part of the original plan when we looked at the house.
Sadly this renovation has been idle all winter...
Happily it is no longer idle.
(seen here after being gutted- new rafters installed
to allow for insulation and lofted ceiling -more pics coming as we make
I have lived with this enchanting artistic woman for ...well most of my life now... and in all this time she has never enjoyed a true studio space. In our last house we shuffled her from basement to garage to backyard to front porch to back bedroom. Never a space that was hers. Never a space that could really be called 'the studio'.
I have longed for many many years for her to have one (o sure... I bet she was longing too).
And so finally... after all this time -- well in a couple more weeks...
My love, my best friend, this amazing artist will finally have a space.
A space to be creative, and enlightened.
To paint, to draw, to cut glass, to sip wine, to chortle, to dream, to inspire, to be.