Mood

FYI… When the power goes out and your computer is on… it seemingly takes FOREVER for it to “repair” my photos… of course, it’d help if I didn’t have a zillion and a half pics on here!
So… instead of patiently waiting…
I’m giving up for the night.
Somehow, I’m not in the mood.
sigh.
“Tomorrow is another day.”
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In Memoriam
D. Geraldine Underwood Burton
b. July 9, 1931
d. January 29, 2010
Always you are with me.

Workbench

Well, remember I told you I hauled my tools up to the garage from my studio?  There was no where to put them!  Argh!  Long ago, I had Daniel cut some logs to be legs for a workbench and they still were in the garage.  There was also the white countertop I thought I was putting in the studio until the big cabinets and two door tabletop came about.

All righty, then!  Game on!

workbench

The logs were not cut very level… It’s hard to do with a chainsaw, but I hoped with support, the tipsiness would disappear.

Sure enough, after grinding down the roundness of the logs a bit and screwing boards to the logs, the workbench was pretty solid!  The braces became a shelf for all my tools, and… I’m happy!

My tools have a home!

workbench

Name My Dream

September of 2009.  My… how long ago that was!  I had a dream.

I dreamed an old cabin turned chicken coop could be emptied of junk and remade into My Space.  I went into this project with enthusiasm, hauling away pipe and old gas tanks and boards and tin.  Ripping down chicken wire.  Powerwashing the interior and finding the chinking in some places was just mud.  I stopped.

I tore down and built up.  I insulated.  I snagged some great tongue and groove siding from a friend.  My nephew came and did a wonderful, AMAZING job of hauling out YEARS of chicken poo.  I had awfully cute furry helpers

I got it pretty warm in there a few times with frustration.  Working by yourself, trying to do things alone WAS SO HARD sometimes.  My dogs learned all sorts of colorful metaphors.  (Sorry, Mom.)  I don’t know how many times I walked out of there with tears in my eyes!

Matt hauled in gravel for me…  M. did the electricity.  D. poured the concrete.  R. came and finished my ceiling and installed my wood stove.  I figured out how to do it, and I built myself a Dutch door.  All throughout, my family came and gave me “just 5 minutes and hold this” while I nail/screw/glue/measure.  D. and S. helped with windows and supplies.  Brandon gets bonus points for helping me figure out how to hang my map shade.  G. and D. get Big Thanks for donating the huge window.  Friends have given me things to decorate my studio with…  You’ve given encouragement and ideas and suggestions and I’ve read each one and, hopefully, thanked you for your support.

As of today… MY STUDIO IS COMPLETE.  (OK, with exceptions.)  There are a few things left for warmer weather… painting, caulking, outside chinking… but, it is FINALLYFINALLYFINALLY to the stage, that… Yeah, I could almost rent it out if I wanted to!!!! Kidding aside, I hauled most of my tools to the garage.  That’s a sign of the end if ever there was one.

I hope you enjoy these photos from this afternoon as much as I do.  Especially if you go back and look at some of those old posts!!!

OHOH, notice the trim around the Dutch door… my project from yesterday!!!  No more license plates, and I like this so much better!  Doesn’t the header just beg for a name?  My friends suggested Crooked Woman Studio (from the Little Crooked House poem), though who would want something from a Crooked Woman???  Cobbled (together) Studio was another suggestion.  Look the old studio entries over and the new pics, and then throw me a name!  Who knows?  You could end up naming my dream!

studio bedroom

The “bedroom/kitchen/sitting” area with long tabletop.

work surface

English Shepherd

Part of my English Shepherd collection… more to come… and Lucas’ picture in RFD-TV The Magazine.

Longmire

The cowboy/Longmire wall…

kitchen

The “kitchen”.  Got to hang that story my mom wrote about remembering her mom cooking on a green wood burning stove…

front room

The “front room”.  My Dutch door.  Drafting table.  Bookshelves.  Some tools that will leave at some point!

Dutch door

Closeup of my door!

fairy corner

Fairy corner.  That autographed Rainier beer can belongs over by the Longmire stuff whenever it gets a shelf!  Fairies don’t like Rainier.  They like honey.  I have that on good authority.

catalog cabinet

The 1904 catalog cabinet.  Fun reading…

nest boxes

What’s left of the original nest boxes.  Most of this stuff needs hauled out… but, hey, we’re friends… you can see my junky nest boxes!!!

HOORAY!

It’ll Be Fun

Thanks for the encouragement on my pastel work… I’m excited to keep trying it!  I had pastels a LONG time ago, and just remember how the yellow would be covered in black, or the orange had green on it, because I kept them all thrown in a box together!  I didn’t like that!  In fact, I haven’t run across them, and I wonder if I pitched them.  (Heaven forbid, because Carol keeps EVERYTHING)  But I really think I did!  Oh, well… one more purchase for Amazon!

While yesterday morning was spent attempting to draw Mace… the afternoon I spent helping the guys… well… just a tiny bit!  They ran the little steers in to worm them.  My job was simply to open the head catch and let them file through.  Daniel was using the pour on, Vernon and Brandon bringing them up the alley.

worming steers

After this job, I took Eden along to see how she’d do by herself.  A short line on her collar and no “backup” slowed her down immensely!  Yay!

Eden

Slow is good.  In fact, by the time she figured out exactly what we were doing, the job was over!

Over?  Yes.  C’m’ere, Eden!

Eden recall

It won’t be long before we get SERIOUS about this training stuff…  Oh, it’ll be FUN!