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.
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