Well, I knew that I was going to have to tear apart the studio again to complete some soundproofing in the ceiling that the landlord didn't think really needed to be done before I moved in. Turned out that being able to hear every word of what the business owner upstairs says is not really a great situation. The last straw was being able to hear someone pee in a bathroom somewhere above my head.
So after my studio class the first week of May, I packed everything up again and moved it to the far side of the studio where it would be out of harms way. It sounds like a minor thing when chatting about it, but it has been a large set-back. I had hoped to be dyeing yarn for my new piece right now, but I haven't found a quiet space to concentrate on the design and decide on the colors... and my design and color materials are in boxes under layers of plastic somewhere. So I wait for the work to be done so I can put my new shelves together, get the yarn dyed, and start weaving.
Last Thursday the insulation went up.
A couple days later, the soundboard was in place. I lost the cool rust-colored beams, but the sound barrier will be worth it.
And the furniture was finally delivered two weeks late after four different companies schlepped it who-knows-where... by a very chatty Sikh with a good string of jokes. I wish I could remember jokes because he was really quite funny. I know there was one about the Pope and lawyers in heaven.... I wonder if he knows any about freight companies.
I love spring. One of my studio neighbors had this huge rag rug hanging over his upstairs balcony the other day.