Today, I officially move into a STUDIO!!! I have been working out of my apartment for the last year esh....Every possible shelf, nook, cranny ( not sure what that is) but it had fabric stuff in there. It was to the point that I think we had a dining room table??? the lazy boy we inherited was covered fabric, that was covered, NOT RE covered. The couch looked like a a fabric monster puked all over it.
I was starting to notice a bit of strain on my husband's face. I have thought maybe it is work, maybe it's the car that recently bit the dust ( he had a special attachment to the red beast) or just possibly, he was tired of fighting the " production" site at home. I believe it is the latter of all my thoughts. He is a tiny itsy bit OCD, and a giant neat freak. Last night, when we sat at our dinner table ( we do have one) he said " ahhhh, it will be nice that only fabric in the house will be our OWN clothing, and if the word BOLT is used, it isn't referring to fabric that I have to move" with a large smile on his face.
I am very excited about this move, I have been sourcing place out for the last few months. In January I reconnected with a girl I met in Design School. I participated in a sale at her Gastown Studio. I beautiful space, with a showroom, in a building with great energy. I thought to myself, this is what I want.
I love Gastown. The energy, the history, LOVE! LOVE! I have wanted to live in the area for quite some time. I have compromised tho, the husband is big on feeling comfortable in his surroundings, and he is not a huge fan of the area. So I decided if, and when I have a studio, I will have it in Gastown.
So, after the first night of the sale, and a few celebratory drinks, I presented the idea of getting a studio space to my husband. He immediately agreed. So when I got home, I pulled a pink post it note, out of my fancy NEW* purse shape post it note holder. Wrote " GASTOWN STUDIO" and placed it on my white kitchen cupboard.
Every morning, when I open the cupboard door to grab my morning coffee cup, I see " GASTOWN STUDIO" . I like looking at my post it's, and I love that they are colourful and happy. I have one's with words I like, groceries that we need to buy, other things I intend to get in the future, etc ...
On the day after my birthday, lying in bed, sharing details of funny happenings with my husband, my phone buzzes....and it is a text asking me if I want to share a space in Gastown....I immediately want to text back YES!!! BUT, I did just turned a year older, and well, the responsible side of the Brain, said " HOLD UP SISTA" how are we going to pay for rent? can you share with someone else, do you want to share? after some thought, and discussion. It just makes sense. If I wasn't scared about it, it wouldn't be worth doing. I have learned you have to take risk's in this business, in life, really. But it really makes sense in the next step in my career. I am 100% sure I can handle the risk, and I can make the money to pay the rent.It will be a up and down experience all together, I am dramatically realistic hee. hee . This business is like that, the instability of income, makes it a bit fascinating, and terrifying.
So today is the day I move! I am very happy about it, and holy crap our apartment isn't that small after all.
I was starting to notice a bit of strain on my husband's face. I have thought maybe it is work, maybe it's the car that recently bit the dust ( he had a special attachment to the red beast) or just possibly, he was tired of fighting the " production" site at home. I believe it is the latter of all my thoughts. He is a tiny itsy bit OCD, and a giant neat freak. Last night, when we sat at our dinner table ( we do have one) he said " ahhhh, it will be nice that only fabric in the house will be our OWN clothing, and if the word BOLT is used, it isn't referring to fabric that I have to move" with a large smile on his face.
I am very excited about this move, I have been sourcing place out for the last few months. In January I reconnected with a girl I met in Design School. I participated in a sale at her Gastown Studio. I beautiful space, with a showroom, in a building with great energy. I thought to myself, this is what I want.
I love Gastown. The energy, the history, LOVE! LOVE! I have wanted to live in the area for quite some time. I have compromised tho, the husband is big on feeling comfortable in his surroundings, and he is not a huge fan of the area. So I decided if, and when I have a studio, I will have it in Gastown.
So, after the first night of the sale, and a few celebratory drinks, I presented the idea of getting a studio space to my husband. He immediately agreed. So when I got home, I pulled a pink post it note, out of my fancy NEW* purse shape post it note holder. Wrote " GASTOWN STUDIO" and placed it on my white kitchen cupboard.
Every morning, when I open the cupboard door to grab my morning coffee cup, I see " GASTOWN STUDIO" . I like looking at my post it's, and I love that they are colourful and happy. I have one's with words I like, groceries that we need to buy, other things I intend to get in the future, etc ...
So today is the day I move! I am very happy about it, and holy crap our apartment isn't that small after all.
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