When we decided to leave New York, I was the designated “house hunter”…in retrospect, that was an awesome challenge. We had many of the usual requirements, but top on MY list was a studio. Did I get it? Well, not exactly…
I looked at some bona fide ones. Real studios with a track record…art on the walls, paint splattered on the floor, good vibes…do you think they “convey”?… (real estate speak). In the end, “must-haves’, aside, we were seduced by a sunset across a valley…the house just came with it. “It” happens every night (how could I have been missing those colors? for 30 years!)…gorgeous, but STILL…a studio? nope.
I picked a bedroom with a closet (two, actually)…THAT was a step in the right direction. Look closely at the photo. That closet actually has my name on it. Destiny! With only one exception, I have never had a “studio” with a real closet…with doors…that close…and hide the stash! (My number ONE requirement)
B-i-i-i-g closet? perhaps…
A reading spot? No light…maybe good for a photography set-up? a library?
You can see where this is going, I am sure. The house with “no studio” was showing some promise. Did I mention the bathroom just off the “library”? But where would the paper stuff go? Hmmm. How about that other room just to the left of the back stairs? To make a long story short, I have claimed it ALL. Four closets! With shelves “to order”… The color choices remain “unique”, the piles, a bit daunting…but it is ALL mine…stay tuned.
ps: My mom is better. At 87, I admire her determination to “get her life back”. Another, “work in progress”.