sitting place

and now i am finally sitting here. after tearing apart my home all weekend, trying to make it better, more functional, more like ME. finally, after over a year, i think i got it. i quit trying to decorate for a life i don't have. now my space (a huge room with a soaring ceiling over a 3-bay garage) is mostly studio (and bookshelves). instead of having a tiny and timid, restrictive studio stuffed away in a corner, i now have a tiny, cozy, dear sitting area there. i moved the barrier to my sleeping nest (you can't see, but it is behind that bit of screen), which feels a little strange, but i think i will like it.

all weekend i have shuffled my STUFF, sometimes back and forth like a madwoman. the studio was the hardest, and ideally i would have bigger tables, but i made it work. besides, faerie lights make everything better. and incense. and that little cute cupboard i found in the alley for my paints. i wanted to make more pictures, but it became dark so quickly. so maybe more tomorrow. now i am going to sit in my new space and drink this glass of wine and write in my story and be GLAD that i don't have to drag any more crap around and that i can do fun stuff tomorrow like laundry and playing with my iPod touch!! yeah!