Tuesday morning, Ezra walked into my studio for his usual good morning hug. He blinked a few times as he looked around the room, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said dramatically - for an eleven year old boy just waking up, anyway - "she's at it again, folks!'
Indeed, I am. Though I've been thinking about this for months, I decided it was time to dive on into my studio revamp project. This space I spend a decent amount of time in each day, and that was starting to not quite suit my needs as well as it could. And what with my new found love for the skill saw and drill, I thought I could make this room work just precisely as I need it to. Though I may have put myself in a bit over my head - one of these carpentry projects (yes, there are more than one!) involves sliding drawers and pocket screws. What are those, you ask? Well, I haven't the foggiest idea. Yet. And of course, I've got to get to get all of this made and then put back together before hosting a holiday party this weekend and definitely in time for all the holiday sewing that I have, um, yet to start.
Right. So I may not have the best timing. But sometimes you've gotta just go for it, you know? Plus, I don't need that much sleep, I'm persistent (stubborn?), and I've definitely got helpers. It gets worse before it gets better, I remind myself. Then I stare one more time at the corners (tiny, though they may be) that are 'done'. One little corner....one sliding drawer at a time. By golly, I think we've got this.
