The Great Build at the Maison Des Girrafes is descending asymptotically to a close. Today I cleaned out the final remains of the old kitchen,
using the most amazing industrial steam cleaning device given to me by the Croxfather. This machine stripped the grease from the floor and walls in no time. After much agonizing I decided not to decorate the orifice immediately, as (a) I’m really, really desperate to get back into my own workspace again, and (b) as most of the walls will be covered in bookshelves anyway, there didn’t seem to be much
paint point. Here is the orifice at close of play today.
Some shelves – recycled from another room – are up, and I have gathered together any and all pieces of wood I own that might be made simply into more shelves. The desk (right) is made from part of a wardrobe, and there’s plenty more of that left to be recycled. The plan is to fit out the orifice with only minimal purchase of new timber.
As you can see I have some way to go… The pile of tools on my workbench (left) will in time be replaced by my piano (a Yamaha Clavinova), which is a fabulous instrument but whose modernist looks don’t fit with the rustic decor of the drawing room (so sez Mrs Crox, and who am I to argue?) The embrasure (oooh, ain’ee posh? -Ed) in the left foreground – dominated by my coat – will have more shelves, and so on and so forth on the back wall, around the window, but not in My Lady’s Chamber.
Having a workspace is, for me, psychological as much as physical. I like to have a single place for all my stuff, a Den, a Dojo, whatever, in which I can get my thoughts in order. Not having had a proper office for some weeks now has meant that my things have been dispersed around the house, and with them, my thoughts. So I haven’t been able to sit down and catch up with myriad tasks of home admin – I have, literally, not been in the right place. This psychological aspect has meant that I have been able to work quite contentedly for four and a half years in the WearableOffice(TM) – a cupboard under the stairs – which although rather cramped, was ideal for shutting myself away and getting Into The Zone.
Eventually, though, the WearableOffice(TM) became too cramped even for me. It got to such a pass that if I wanted to print anything, I had to drag the printer out from under the computer desk and rest it in my lap. No longer!
(All I need now is a decent printer. The one before last, by Dell, was dreadful, and my most recent printer – an Epson Stylus – was so bad that I threw it on the skip in disgust).
I can see myself getting quite cozy in my new space. Compared with the last one it seems as spacious as the Serengeti, but I’m sure I can fill it with clutter to my heart’s content.