Holy crap you guys. This has been an amazing month. First I won the Nobel Peace Prize for my work in animal husbandry (lie), got 14 new tattoos (also a lie), and rented my very own Big Girl studio (true!).
It all started innocently enough. I was out running around with my friend Heidi on May 3, and I saw this crazy awesome storefront:
We called about it, got the details, and I spent the next 24 hours dithering. Dither dither dither. My main issue, aside from the price, was the fact that it was in a different town about 30 minutes from my house, and I’ve been working out of my house for the past 14 years.
Dither dither dither.
The next day, I contacted my friend Howie, who is a real estate mogul (sort of a lie) and owns some buildings in town asking if he had anything to rent. He sent me on an adventure to look at a space and gave me a super reasonable price. By adventure, I mean I had to leave my house and walk a block and then go up some stairs. This is what I saw:
Okay I didn’t really see THAT exactly – there was more furniture in here, but CLOSE. I saw that crazy shag carpet. I saw peeling paint. I saw amazing tall ceilings. I saw SO MUCH POTENTIAL that I almost cried. I texted him with a resounding I’LL TAKE IT and went and kidnapped my friend Trish to show her our awesome new score. She sells crocheted goodies on Etsy and needs a place to “go to work” as much as I do.
She peed. Right on the floor (lie).
In the midst of taking firefighter classes and living our lives, we planned. We planned and planned. I made lists. SO MANY LISTS. My inner Virgo was singing show tunes and doing the Charleston (lie.. She can’t dance for crap).
Skip forward three days, and we got to work. Carpet came up.
Revealing MORE CARPET. Sigh. That carpet came up revealing…
Hardwood floors! Along with lots of disintegrating foam, sticky strips of tape, and SO MANY NAILS AND STAPLES.
Two days, hours of sweeping, much cursing, tuberculosis (lie), and so many bags of trash later, we had this:
There were areas where the five layers of wallpaper (truth.. I counted) and three layers of paint (also truth) were peeling like a three-day-old sunburn, so that had to be scraped. So much scraping. Then more sweeping, cursing, and trash.
I think it was this point that the plague I was fighting settled into my lungs (and still hasn’t fully left). We soldiered on with PAINT (I whined the whole time).
Then clouds cause I can’t seem to NOT paint clouds on a wall that isn’t white.
Once that was done, we really had nothing left to do but move in. That only took about 7159827 days (lie). Okay it actually took about 10 days to move things in and get them put away. CRAZY.
I must say, I am shocked at how much CRAP I have. I mean, really. It’s bananas. IT’S SO ORGANIZED NOW, though, and I have these awesome work tables that I made out of solid wood doors and kitchen cabinets:
Once the table was in, everything slid right into place. Now things are amazing.
On Trish’s side of the room, the ceiling is covered in awesome twinkly lights.
And because Trish is awesome, she painted this amazing Ouija table for our little sitting area.
I’m so excited about this I could just pee. I may go do that now. If you made it this far, have a cookie or eight, you deserve it!
Just to show how much this place has meant to me, I made an actual to-do list today and actually checked three things off of it. Or I will as soon as I’m done with this post and as soon as I figure out cold fusion (lie).
I love you (truth).