I decided that my bad mood of late is more pout than grumpy. I am not getting my way about something that I really really wanted... so mope, mope, mope is me.
The thing is, I have been saying for months that come September, when all three of my kids are in school full time, I will look for a studio space outside my house. Some place to get away to... go there, keep hours, come home. I don't like being in the dungeony basement. I hate hitting my head on the 'I' beam in the center of the room.
So, last week I started looking into rental properties. Commercial spaces are out of the question. They are triple the cost of residential places, plus you have to spend more on the utilities. I was really hoping I could find a "studio" apartment within a few miles of my house that I could call my own. Unfortunately, most are in the city and start around $500 a month. Which is doable, but I don't want to go into the city everyday. I want to be close to home.
Okay, I am about to do something very embarrassing. I am going to show you what I let happen in my studio this summer. Hopefully, this will shame me out of letting it happen again.
LOOK AT THAT MESS!! I have no excuses. I have been as bad as my kids, I start something... finish it... then don't clean it up... I just move on to the next thing in whatever tiny space I can find to work. Frankly, it is no wonder I don't want to go down there. I am sure "Carrie" (my ocd alter ego) subconsciously was keeping me away so as not to cause permanent trauma to my psyche.
I decided on Friday that I couldn't mope any longer. It was time to clean the mess up and find a way to be "okay" with not getting a new studio space. I decided to open up the area I had partitioned off. I went through all the crap I was hiding, I mean storing, back there. I pulled down the rest of the insulation still on the walls. I did some furniture rearranging too. And of course, hung more twinkle lights. I am going to need to seal the concrete at some point (like I did on the blue walls), but that can wait for now. I still need some place for all my books too. I have spent three days down there and still have a few more to go, I think.
Honestly, though, I am still being a brat and pouting, even with my bigger, tidier, studio. I can't get past feeling like I am locked in a dungeon. I think one reason for that may be the mountain of laundry that I have to climb over every time I try to get to my studio, lol. Sorry, I know, I really need to stop my complaining. Just thought I would fill you in.
At least now with the space clean, I have a fresh slate to start doodling new ideas on. I am really starting to wonder what direction the fall is going to take me. I wonder what new things I will be able to come up with. I guess we will see.