Home Sweet Home

My studio.

This is where the magic happens.

Don't be gross, I'm talking about all of the little goodies I make, including the jewelry I hope to sell sometime in the near future.

It's where I wish I was right now.  As I sit at my desk.  By myself.  Waiting to leave for the day.

This is my clock.  Half of the year it's wrong because I don't willingly participate in daylight savings.  Lucky for me all my other clocks are automatic.

Can I tell you this giant clock only cost $20 at The Christmas Tree Shop?  If there isn't one nearby, find one.  You'll be glad you did.

This is the lamp I've been borrowing from my sister, Katie, until she realizes I still have it. 

I read here in the mornings. Sometimes Oliver joins me.  It is not big enough for both of us but we make it work.  It involves snuggling.

And the people say:  Awwww.

And here is my future futon for our future guests.  Right now we have a blow up mattress that would require using a car charger to inflate, and since the car still doesn't fit up the stairs...

My easel.  Ah, yes.  We have had some good times.  And some not so good times.  Not so good because I'm a sucky painter.  But we're working through it.

I do have a little junk here.

And here.

But what creative genius doesn't have a little disorganization in their life?

The kind who inherited OCD traits from her father.  Which is why I will be spending a considerable amount of time tonight classifying junk and grouping it in patterns of usefulness in the next 72 hours.

Bye now.

WANTED:

One wooden or antique brass daybed with trundle. Must look never used. If you still have the receipt from when you bought it that would be very much appreciated. Or if you could wrap it in plastic and deliver it to my apartment wearing blue jumpsuits and driving a Pottery Barn truck that would really help with my, "I don't buy used stuff anymore," argument.

Please call 867-5309 and ask for Stacie. If a man answers the phone, you have the wrong number (wink wink).

Thank you.

You can call me Mrs. Lucas

So, many of you, my four loyal visitors, might be asking what I've been doing in my first two days of wedded bliss.

De-bachelorizing.

On Saturday I moved into an apartment that reeks of singlemandom. Not literally, of course, as I always seem to find strategically placed candles and those smelly sticks just within reach of my nose.

Weeks ago I was able to realign the furniture, sweep up a pound of dog hair, and organize the Tupperware cabinet. These past two days I dedicated to the one room that will house the majority of both of our possessions, but has the least amount of space in which to store these items: the bedroom.

Not only did I fold two laundry baskets full of DH's clothes (stands for darling husband, but i prefer da hubby, for future reference) I also refolded two drawers of haphazardly placed shirts. After that I organized his dress shirts by color. It now looks like this: blue shirt, blue shirt, blue shirt, blue shirt, lighter blue shirt, light blue shirt, light blue shirt with stripes, light blue shirt with both horizontal and vertical stripes, light blue shirt with bigger stripes, pink shirt, pink shirt, pink shirt, yellow shirt, white shirt.

Then I made sure the hangers were evenly spaced...and all the shirts faced the same way. This is making me sound....ana...uh...organized.

To further the de-bachelorizing process, I stocked the bathroom with every possible lady product and topped the bed with 12 pillows.

Next: lace doilies and stuffed unicorns.