Packing the old studio

Packing up the old studio is a heart wrenching task.  There are places here that simply NEED the studio things in place to give the rooms a sense of spirit.  

Charles, my husband, has worked like a galley slave.  He enjoys sorting the boxes and furniture and putting them on the truck.  He is extremely organized (there are all sorts of jokes I could make here, but not after he's done such a nice job of things), and has packed  the trailer Jordan so graciously loaned us, the bed of my pick-up truck, the back seat of my truck, as well as his Camry.  We look like the Clampetts on the move.  We leave with the just-rising birds tomorrow morning for Woodstock, and I will spend the next weeks organizing the studio, or at least I will move things in their first space and see if that really works or not.  How will 950 square feet of "stuff" squeeze into 500 square feet?  I think I am about to find out.

The larger pieces of studio furniture are not coming yet.  I have to really be a good girl to get that job done.  The drafting table (gift of Sandra and Lynn Beck), small desk, and antique cupboard (which is where most of the fabrics are stored) and tall, thin chest of drawers for storing linen yardage-- these things need better backs than ours to heft them out of the studio.  As with all things, now, I wait and try to practice patience to see what plan unfolds for me.

I haven't seen the studio for a week, now, and our builder says it should be finished when we get there tomorrow.  I will take photos before we bring anything into the studio-- this will be the last opportunity to see all the walls and floor before I start to cover them up!  And maybe I'll have figured out how to add photos when I post my next blog.

In the beginning . . .

Cynthia Patrick has encouraged me, by her example, to blog.  I have not thought I had the time for this, so I'll give it a shot.

I am a fiber artist.  If I don't create something regularly, I get surly and difficult to live with.  I also use dangling participles and split infinitives when I'm creative-less, so you can see I need to get to my studio.  SOON.  The problem is this:  the detached garage that was given to me to convert to studio space is moving slowly, slowly, toward the finish.  First the foundations had to be dug out and waterproofed, the two doors removed and a beam put across the whole of the opening to support everything.  Then the front had to be bumped out three feet beyond the front wall, a raised floor put in, and along with insulation and sheetrock, HVAC, lights and wall outlets (these outlets are absolutely EVERYWHERE, including a pair of pull-downs in the ceiling).  And what would a studio be unless bookcases were built?  Lots of books, so all along the back wall, about half-way up, so I can use the wall space for tables and ironing board and lots of et cetera.  I had everything painted white, so the floor was put in last of all, because it is also white.  Yes, white!  Painted with three coats of a urethane outdoor enamel with white pigment in it.

This all came about because we are moving back to the Atlanta area from Knox County, Tennessee, where we have lived since 2001-02.  We moved there when my husband retired from the Cobb County school system so we could take care of his dad, whose memory was failing.  It is two years since his passing, now, and we've bought the house in Woodstock (September of 08), only 3.5 miles from our son and his family, and we're playing the waiting game as we try to sell the Knoxville house.  Meanwhile, the studio in the basement of the Knoxville house is an eyesore and doesn't encourage anyone to want to live here, so it is being emptied, and everything stored in the sun room of the "new" place, waiting for the studio to be completed.  The room is about to split its seams.  Hence the conversion of the detached garage.

The hardest thing about leaving Knoxville (Powell, really) is my stitching friends in the Freestyle Embroidery Group, an interest group of the Knoxville Chapter of Embroiderers' Guild of America.  The dozen women there are incredibly talented and very happy to share their talents with others.  They are an unusual and rare group.  It is difficult to get back for the meetings, now that I have a half-live in both places, but I really try to work my schedule so I can make the trip back and forth.

We only have a computer in Knoxville, so blog entries will be scanty until the house is sold and everything is moved to Woodstock, we get our cable line installed there, and my son, Jordan, sets things up for me.  Right now I'm getting ready to travel to Asheville for a class with Margaret Cogswell this weekend.  Cannot wait!  I love her clean style, have met her at her Penland studio, and am impressed by her seriousness and vision.  I hope to gain insight into studio journaling and developing ideas from the process.  I love my studio journals, would be devastated to lose them.  They represent years, decades of thinking on paper.

Hope to be able to keep this going.