A New Studio

Maybe I am an urban nomad. I have lived in New York City apartments, mud huts with no amenities in Guatemala and Mexico, small cottages in Kansas, the dark basement of a lakeside manor in Michigan, a factory converted to an artists' cooperative in Philadelphia, a solar straw-bale house in New Mexico, and a bland track building in Tempe, Arizona. The list is not complete. My most recent move was to a beautiful spacious Victorian built in 1900 in Randolph, Vermont. February 14th we (my husband and I) will celebrate one year of ownership, though we didn't actually move into the house until September first.

After settling five of my looms into two rooms on the second floor, my husband suggested we switch spaces and move his studio into those rooms, and my looms to the finished third floor attic that he had been using. What seemed like an easy request turned into a lot of work for him. I pulled up the carpet and he laid a pine board floor. He also removed some walls and plastered and painted the room. Last week we moved the looms upstairs, along with my yarn and other weaving tools. It is a beautiful space, with good light from windows and sky lights. It is the kind of space that draws me to it. It feels good to be there.

So now the question is, when I am going to start to weave? Of course I have the real excuse that I have to do my taxes first. And then there is the preparation for the party on the 14th to celebrate this move. And since we joined the gym at the local college, I have to go to water aerobics three mornings a week....And of course, now I have this blog to write!

This is my first post. I don't expect to actually write here daily, maybe weekly will do. I have lots of plans for the studio and will share the journey, inviting you to join me upstairs.