...heaven is a studio

...and here I am, in my nearly finished but already perfect space. Actually, it is not quite perfect, but I have been steeling myself against all the niggling little imperfections and bodges in order to get it up and running and get me into it. Today I am blogging, and have moved the easel in and it feels so good so so good. The wireless signal reaches, the sun is streaming in and heating it very nicely thank you. I just need to fix the wall lights (a couple of wall mounted angle poise and a couple of up-lighters for mood - I can see there being many blissful evenings contemplating the night and the fact that I don't have to feel crowded out by the endless stream of teenagers clogging up my house and driving me into my bedroom for some peace. Oh yes, knitting. That sweater is one my Mum made for my Dad, and I inherited after he died. I love it, though it gets a fair bit of abuse as it is my slopping and working garb - I feel a copy in the offing soon. And Steve, I love you, but this is not and never will be a metal workshop.