Suddenly it came upon me. The studio that should be my sanctum sanctorum is a dog’s breakfast of stacked canvases, mismatched bookshelves, inadequate lighting, ephemera and a positively diabolical drafting table.
I think I have been inspired by Goodnight Grace. Vintage, I want vintage.
I noticed the eyesore drafting table yesterday, as though for the first time. I hardly ever use it. Its angle is not adjustable, and I have to perch too high on a chair if I work there. Instead, I work on the windowsill and ignore the table. I pile finished assignments and things upon it. The things slide off, then I pile them up again. I don’t like the look of the table. I want something old, and authentically arts and crafts in style. If it has history in paint and chips and dings, it will add to its charm. It doesn’t have to be perfect in its appearance to be perfect for my studio. (The studio itself is old. There’s ivy growing and framing each of the foursquare windows. I think my sanctum should reflect this.)
Yesterday I started looking for a table. I saw some near misses, but I’ll wait for the right one to come along. Oak. Heavy. Maybe with metal cranks. I’ll wait for it.
Today I moved in an old lamp and will replace a sleek bookcase with the barrister’s bookcase that’s been sandwiched between the wall and the bedside table in my bed-room. I hate the thought of carting so many books out; it’s a drag to do it, but I know the ch’i is a-gonna flow. Change is good. This is the year for change…
even in one’s inner sanctum.
