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Blogging in English takes time. English is not my native language and, although I like to think I’m pretty good in it, I keep the dictionary at hand to look up specific words. Like ‘contemplation.’ I could have used another word (‘reflection’ or ‘ consideration’) but I spend at least 10 minutes googling and checking and looking for the exact right word – I’m picky like that.<\/p>\n

This means, that writing a blogpost costs me half a day. Coming up with a title or theme, shooting the right photos (+ cropping and adding the watermark), finding the right words to share what I want to share… I like blogging though, so I don’t mind taking the time for it to try and do it right.<\/p>\n

But<\/p>\n

(Yep – you felt it coming – there’s a but…)<\/p>\n

I don’t have much time lately.
\nYou must have noticed: my posts weren’t as well thought-out as they used to be. Sometimes even (very) short. And that’s bothering me.<\/p>\n

And then there is this:<\/p>\n

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Yes, sweeties, that’s MY STUDIO!! Well, maybe that’s too big a word for it, but it’s my SPACE anyway… When my son moved out in November 2011 my beloved and I discussed the possibilities for a studio. We came to the conclusion that I would take the best room – the one that has two windows (good light!) and is close to the bathroom and we would move the office space to my son’s old room. Now it was easy to come up with that idea, but not so easy to realise. There would be construction work to be done and – well – you know – we never started on it.<\/p>\n

Which meant that I went on creating at the big table in the living room – while upstairs, there was an empty room available.<\/p>\n

Mind you, not ’empty’ empty – as there were books and clothes and boxes and things that my son didn’t took with him or ‘would go through later’ (you know what happens when you think ‘I’ll look at that later’ – later never comes!) but space was ‘available’ anyway. When my son visits us in the weekends, he puts his laptop on the desk and sleeps in the bed. That’s it.<\/p>\n

Last week, I suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore.
\nThe reconstruction of the upstairs is not going to happen soon, so I decided to start cleaning up the room on the top floor and see what I could do to make some sort of a studio. I would of course have to share it with my son – when he’s here I’m sure he don’t like to have his mama sitting next to him all day –\u00a0 so I will have to come up with a ‘travel tote’ of some sort that I can take downstairs to create when he’s using the room.<\/p>\n

On other days – this is all mine:<\/p>\n

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“Where is the bed” you might ask…
\non ‘this side’ of the room (where I stood taking the photo) there’s a bed and another small desk –\u00a0 I did not photograph that though. The cabinet dividing the room has storage space on both sides.<\/p>\n

I love the shelves under the window – it’s perfect to store \/ display all my finished art journals. The top row holds all of them. On the lower shelf: books I use for altering or cut things from<\/p>\n

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And there’s a big closet that is filled with more ‘stuff’ – I have a lot of ‘stuff’ \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

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Now… back to the beginning of my post: contemplation.<\/p>\n

What’s happening in my life these days.<\/p>\n