Believe it or not, there's more to the Late Bloomer life than just shopping and sniffing glue...I've got a studio to get ready! Well, and quilts to work on, but we'll discuss that another time...
While I love my new studio I'm just not at all used to being alone in a room. Feels wrong. But luckily it was easy to remedy.
When I moved upstairs, I took Presley's basket with me since he generally spends his days with me. I found a spot under my sewing table and put the basket there. I correctly assumed he might have an issue with my placement. He did. Wouldn't even go near the basket. Instead, he'd go downstairs and sit sulking in the spot where his basket used to be. OK, fine. I moved the basket back downstairs. Nope, no good. He went back to the studio. (Sorry, but I love that word so much I have to make it special even when I type it--so hopefully you'll read the word the right way--studio--in a sort of breathless whisper...)
This time he decided my chair would be his new hangout. Uh, no.
So youngest son Jeff (you remember Jeff--my princess?) took my basket full of crochet stuff off its wooden stand, dumped it on the floor and placed the basket up on it. So Presley can look out the window while he relaxes. An added bonus is he can spray hair on my new white curtains.
Well, that leaves me needing to find a place for my yarn, but at least the cat is happy.
If you've followed my blog at all you know I have an irrational love of guinea pigs. I'm still missing Turbo quite a bit...so middle son Nick suggested I get a pig of my own. Wasn't hard to convince me! So I'm pleased to introduce Melvin.
Isn't he darling? He's so sweet and cuddly...his cage is ugly so you don't get to see a picture of it...yet...I've got plans for adding some fabric to hide the ugly parts. I'll show it off when it's done. Assuming my plans work...
So anyway, it's starting to feel at home up there. A prettier and cleaner version of home, but I'll take it!