Not such a glorious day, at least in Whiting Bay because the shroud of mist didn't lift all day. Brodick was a different story as the mist had retreated enough for some blue sky. It never fails to amaze me just how 'local' the weather can be on the island. I am hopeful for a better day tomorrow because I miss my sunshine.
Despite the chilly mist I went about fitting out my new studio with my usual enthusiasm and began by painting the rustic planks of wood that we are reclaiming for shelving. While waiting for them to dry I dashed about like a woman possessed picking up all sorts of bits and pieces that 'would just be perfect for my studio.'
Lots of trial and error but I ended up putting things in that have some sentimental meaning to me. Pride of place went my dad's easel which will act as a stand for my notice board. I miss my dad every day and to have something of his with me seemed vitally important. He was a painter and a writer so I am relying on his inspiration.
Once I had started including things with personal meaning the fit out became a much easier job and things just found their way into the space. Pinned to the back wall is a painting that my soul sister Donna did for one of our new homes along the way. My studio feels like home so it was only right that her picture joined me.
In the corner appeared a Victorian school desk that I picked up at another car boot sale and could never part with and to my delight essential tea making equipment perched on top. Apart from keeping my own tea levels topped up I do hope to run small bespoke courses in my studio and tea and cake is an absolute must.
I have made a huge sacrifice today and moved my beloved blanket box from my bedroom into the studio. Regular readers will know that my Grandma made wonderful blankets and I store them in this box when they are not in use. But the box doubles as a seat so you will understand my logic. Now all I have to do is decide which blanket will make it through the doors.
So plenty still left to do tomorrow and the next day and so on....
The plan is to fit it out just as it needs to be before then spending some long afternoons making art and craft to decorate the space. I will then do a complete photographic journal of this work in situ and, no doubt, feel very pleased indeed. The measure so far is quite simple. A thing can stay if I feel the sense of peace is preserved. So far so good. This space will say so much about me that it will tell a story all by itself and I couldn't be more thrilled. I actually thought I was going to 'pop' today with all the excitement.
Until tomorrow. xx