So here's the reason I was quiet for so long. I moved house! In my life I reckon I've moved at least ten times, and that's including two trans-continental and one transatlantic moves. I feel tired just thinking about it...
Moving can be daunting, especially if you have a lot of stuff, which we did. We weren't planning on changing addresses anytime soon, and had lived in the same flat for five years (a rarity in the London rental scene) but when we had the opportunity to move to a house with enough room for me and my partner to each have our own studios, we couldn't pass it off.
Preparing for the move took me three weeks, packing included. If I thought this would be the hardest part, I was sorely mistaken - turns out, unpacking is much more challenging and takes even more time! Deciding where everything goes ahead of time for the movers' sake, then changing my mind when all the boxes are already in a particular location, plus having to think about where the furniture, which fitted so well in the previous place, can go in the new rooms... argh. We ended up having to sell and give away some furniture and having to buy a few new things from IKEA - when the food counter lady remembers you from a few days before, you know you've been spending too much time at the store.
All the hassle was definitely worth it, though. The cat loved having the extra space; she was also delighted to return to her former territory, since she used to live in this very same house before we adopted her. We have dedicated work rooms now, and can actually use the living room as a food and relaxation space, plus for the first time we get to enjoy the weird feeling of having to shout to get the other's attention because we're in different floors. Ah, extra space.
But enough of me writing, allow me to show you my new HQ. I didn't really bother cleaning it up too much for the pictures, so you're getting a bit of the "messy artist's room" effect. Here it is, clockwise:
And that's pretty much it! I can't really explain how wonderful it feels to have a dedicated space for work. I'm still needing to use the kitchen for my dyeing, but to be able to have my fibre and equipment in a special room is just too great a feeling for words.
Now, confession time: could I use more space? YES. I have stuff under the work table that I can't fit elsewhere, and I would have a lot more fibre to work with if I had where to place it. But now that I moved, I keep wondering how I managed to live in such a small flat and share it with my painter other half, and keep ourselves from murdering each other.
Bonus footage: Marshmallow the cat doesn't usually care for fibre, but when the sun shines on the table she makes an exception...
Now off I go to sit in that former dining room chair, and work on a new dog commission. In the meantime, leave me a comment! Let me know what your work/craft room/corner looks like, how you make it work and whether you'd like a different space.