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Trading Spaces

We've been moving and painting and cleaning and rearranging and painting some more... what a huge job it is to move two whole rooms!

S. is settled into my ex-studio. We finished the painting up today and got all her stuff moved in. It looks great. I'll post some pictures tomorrow.

Now I have to paint my new studio, S.'s old room. I'll try to get that done tomorrow and hopefully I can get things moved in on Monday. Right now all my stuff is in the kitchen, which drives me crazy. I hate having my new kitchen all cluttered up.

I'm hoping to be able to go through my stuff and eliminate a lot of things I never use... hopefully I can purge well and be organized as I assemble my new space.

It's great to have S. moved in, but a bummer to only be halfway through the job... I like to relax on the weekends, and I haven't been doing much of that... oh well. There's always next weekend.

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