MY STUDIO!!!

while i was taking a bath this morning, i was thinking of blogginess.  thinking of all the things that i should tell--famous avion, missing michael stype but burning the chicken, my mom putting me in the shopping cart when i was 39, the many things i collect, my love/hate relationship with stairs...those stories will all be fun--i promise.  but for today...

MY STUDIO!!!  oh my.  any of you who know me irl or on rav know that i have been fighting my dyeing space for as long as i have been dyeing.  i started my dyeing hobby in the summer.  i love the summer, and i stay outside all day everyday when it is warm outside.  sometimes i even set up "office space" out there with a desk and an ice bucket for diet coke and karbrun's.  i put all the stuff i like to have in little baskets and go.  why go inside when, in wisco, i am stuck inside for 6 months out of the year.  outside there are little dancy warm molecules caressing my skin, bright pops of zinnias, sun warmed candy tomatoes, and a garden hose.  anyway...

MY STUDIO!!!  then, i started swapping my hand dyed yarn on rav.  then i started custom dyeing for swaps.  then i decided to go for it.  what the hell.  then it got serious.  at this point, winter was kicking the door down.   she's a bitch with her wet white crap.  all you romantic types probably think snow is beautiful and magic and sparkly, but i know the truth.  SNOW IS NOTHING MORE THAT MESSY WAITING TO HAPPEN. 

so, i had to dye inside.  first i started in what i call my dining room.  don't know exactly why i call it that except than the folks from whom i bought the house had a dining room table in there. we certainly don't "dine" there.  we dine in bed.  if there are guests involved--more than will fit in the bed--we dine in the living room on the sofa with our plates in our laps.  (why walls?  but that's another story for another time.) but the dining room wasn't great.  i spill stuff a lot.  dye is messy messy business.  and i like to have my guest visible space clean-ish in case some one drops by.  which never happens unless it's phoebe, and she's cool with the mess.  so i put the dye stuff in the closet like an unbalanced puzzle most nights and then had to drag it all back out to work again.  i really needed space to work.  i needed

MY STUDIO!! (gimmicky little trick i got going on here, right?)  i tried to set my basement up as studio space, but it was hospital green and orange and yellow, and i really hated being imprisoned down there.  i made it work by wearing those horse blinders.  not really, but that's an idea for the rest of my house.  i dyed down there for two eternal winters.  it was gross.  i really just didn't feel like cleaning up down there often, and i couldn't get organized without doing the aforementioned precarious puzzle thing.  every summer, i would haul all my dye stuff--which at this point had grown into a considerable pile--outside again. i would set up shop in the garage.  but still, this wasn't a fabulous plan.  the hauling and the lack of organized space set me up for continual disasters.  dyeing and disasters are inevitable--and sometimes there's that silver lining.  in general though, dyeing and disasters just kill grass and leave me looking like i have been beaten repeatedly.  so finally, this summer, lee and i got serious about setting up

MY STUDIO!!! (last time, i promise) and i'll tell you all about it in the next few days.  stay tuned.  it's like being inside a happy pink cloud.