"Without the studio, however humble, the room where the imagination can enter cannot exist." -- Anna Hansen
Welcome to my studio! It isn't glamorous. There aren't big floor to ceiling windows with northern exposure or great freight elevators on which to load giant canvases. It is in the basement of my house with low ceilings and little natural light, but it's mine. All mine.
A constant presence in the space are my dogs. That's Josie. She loves to lay near my feet, or better yet, on my shoulders as I work. Seriously. This dog thinks she's a cat. She loves yarn and all shiny things. If I'm not careful, she'll grab my yarn and run off with it, trailing a giant web behind her. It's a good thing she's so darn cute....
Most of my yarn is stored in this closet where you will find my finished work and other surprises. I'm a pack rat and occasionally forget what I have or where I've put it.
Most of my bead collection is stored in Uncle Joe's dental cabinet. He was a dentist back in the early
1900's. The cabinet still smells faintly of camphor.
Beads that don't fit in the drawers are stored on top or in the windowsill opposite.
As you can imagine, I have an extensive stash of knitting needles.
The vintage decoration covered in silk flowers was something my Gam made many years ago. She delivered it to family and friends sick in the hospital with a bounty of lollipops tucked into it. I became the recipient of it when 7 and still find it a cheerful sight.
I know this looks like a bookshelf, but it's actually my loom, an AVL 16 harness dobby. Anyone interested in purchasing it, let me know. I'll make ya a deal. I haven't used it in years and simply don't have room to fully extend it and still have space to work at my sewing machine.
And as often happens, my daughter comes for a visit. The dogs are off for their afternoon constitutional. The blond fuzz is Jack.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed your visit. Stop back any time.