Study Habits
Oct. 3rd, 2008 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marydellI have a lovely study/library in my house. It's the front third of the basement, and I've partitioned it off with bookcases and fabric and whatnot. And I've painted the concrete floor and foundation wall. The foundation wall stops at about 5 feet from the floor, and it's exposed brick above that, so I've propped up a bunch of my collection of prints from comics conventions and stuff. There's a 55-gallon freshwater fishtank with three dull colorless fish in it. And there are about 900 books. And my creepy dolls, of course. I love the space--it's cool, haphazard, cluttered, and gloomy. PERFECT.
Charlie does not love the space. Charlie HATES the space. Charlie cries when I bring him anywhere near my desk--the only part of the place he likes is the reading nook, where he will happily sit on my lap looking at the spines of books, but if I try to put him in a bouncy chair or even sit him on my lap sortof near the desk, WAAAAAHH, DO NOT WANT. He likes Mike's way-less-cool workroom in the back of the basement just fine, natch.
So I'm redecorating and reorganizing, because babies apparently don't like gothy art spaces as much as middle-aged mommies do. I got a dresser to contain the clutter, some floor lamps to brighten things up, some fun toy thingies to hang from the "ceiling" (white fabric stapled to the rafters). I'm going to add some small colorful fish to the tank, too. And get rid of lots and lots and lots of junk.
Partly I'm doing this because I'm happy to let go of my former identity of sad mom-wannabe* with too many hobbies. But mainly it's because a couple of those hobbies are still really important to me, and the more time Charlie is willing to spend hanging out in my study, the more time I can spend writing. So I'm happily compromising on the design of a space that used to be my sanctum sanctorum. And Ikea is happily taking my money while I do it! Pictures once I've assembled all these damn drawers and cleaned the joint up.
*not saying mom-wannabe's are inherently sad. But I sure was.
Charlie does not love the space. Charlie HATES the space. Charlie cries when I bring him anywhere near my desk--the only part of the place he likes is the reading nook, where he will happily sit on my lap looking at the spines of books, but if I try to put him in a bouncy chair or even sit him on my lap sortof near the desk, WAAAAAHH, DO NOT WANT. He likes Mike's way-less-cool workroom in the back of the basement just fine, natch.
So I'm redecorating and reorganizing, because babies apparently don't like gothy art spaces as much as middle-aged mommies do. I got a dresser to contain the clutter, some floor lamps to brighten things up, some fun toy thingies to hang from the "ceiling" (white fabric stapled to the rafters). I'm going to add some small colorful fish to the tank, too. And get rid of lots and lots and lots of junk.
Partly I'm doing this because I'm happy to let go of my former identity of sad mom-wannabe* with too many hobbies. But mainly it's because a couple of those hobbies are still really important to me, and the more time Charlie is willing to spend hanging out in my study, the more time I can spend writing. So I'm happily compromising on the design of a space that used to be my sanctum sanctorum. And Ikea is happily taking my money while I do it! Pictures once I've assembled all these damn drawers and cleaned the joint up.
*not saying mom-wannabe's are inherently sad. But I sure was.
