OK-OK enough of the "Debbie Downer" posts. Time for some happy!
Back in April, I promised myself that if I did not use my treadmill that I would sell it within the month. HA! that did not happen. I didn't use it and I didn't get rid of it. Not until earlier this week--it is now in Janet's (best neighbor ever) loving care. I think that is appropriate since she made this cute little smart Alex comment about my treadmill... "Oh, I thought that black stand up thing was a clothes rack--tee hee."
I love the studio now that I have more space. It feels like a real room, and I no longer feel like I am walking into a cave. I have not been working down there much this week, but I have been making my calls down there. I really just like being down there. It's losing its "storage room" qualities.
Not only did I remove the big black treadmill, but I moved all the bolts of oilcloth that flanked the stairs. This also opens up the space, as you walk into the room. I love how great the oilcloth looks all together--seeing all 30 different types of oilcloth is some kind of fun!