It is strong in me. As much as I say my studio is just a workplace—a place of utility—I keep zhoozhing it up. Prettifying. Cozifying. It is a curse. Or maybe a gift. Well, whatever. It makes me happy. I finally got the loft all organized and stuff stored in the under-the-roof storage space, which looked organized yet chaotic when I finished. I needed to get it out of sight.
When planning the space I was thinking there would be doors on those storage spaces, but doors seem so heavy and so demanding of space. I considered curtains, roll-up blinds, shoji screens and finally landed on something really simple. They are simple, white fabric panels, hung on hooks. I made the panels and put three grommets at the top of each. When I want to get into storage I can simply push part of a panel aside, or unhook part or all of a panel depending on how much space I need to work with. I rather like the simplicity of it. There are six panels all together, extending down one entire wall of the loft.
Then I recovered the cushion on my old wicker rocker with some fabric I bought at an estate sale awhile back.
Quito—a very happy place for me. I have another tee shirt from Ecuador that will likely become a second pillow.
My reading corner needs a light of some kind and maybe a little table. I think I need a trip to Ikea.