If you've ever talked to me, you'll hear reference of me working in the The Studio. When I say it, I don't know if people think of this state of the art room with an electric feeling. It could be a dark burgundy room with leather furniture a great mahogany desk and photos of geese flying around. Or it could be a bay house like room with white washed walls and furniture with a sea shore inspired decor. When I think of it, it's a place wear magic happens. It can be a library fit for the Biltmore Estate to an open room dance studio with graffiti on the walls, tray ceiling and a huge table in the middle. This was The Studio.
Well, the studio was a room with a futon, a love seat I got from somebody, and a magazine rack my parents gave me. That's it. It did look better with seat/futon covers but Ciara's fur became a blanket on everything. Once I washed everything, I never put it back on. After sitting on the floor until my legs got numb from sitting Indian style and having back spasms from being hunched over, I had to get off the floor!
My studio is now in the never entered guest bedroom.
Can you believe I've never been to Cape Hatteras? I'm saving that trip to go with somebody special!
My mother painted the one in the corner on wood. Dad did the trim. Ain't they sweet!