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Tuesday, February 06, 2007My Little Office Under the Eaves
 Those of you who have been reading me for any amount of time know that my "creative Hobbit hole," as it were, exists on the third story of our home, in the shape of a small, irregular room with a tiny window and lots of potential. Ever since I moved my load of stuff up here several years ago, I've been content to type away in surroundings that consist of bare floorboard, unpainted drywall, and a window with no sill or casing. Really, I've been okay with it. Nobody has used the room but me. I've got my red toile wallpaper chosen and waiting in the wings. It's been a "some day" dream of mine to have a real office instead of a half-finished, almost-office. It would appear that "some day" has arrived. Don't get excited, though. "Some day" simply means that Eric is soon to be moving in with me. (Did I hear a collective gasp?) We're giving his office to Jonathan as a bedroom, you see, as part of the "musical rooms" we have to play in preparation for Baby Number Five. Actually, I invited Eric to move in, hardly expecting the enthusiastic response he gave me. His eyes literally sparkled. I should have known I was in for it. Because all of sudden the drywall is a problem -- and the floorboards are a problem -- and goodness gracious, we must do something about that window. Excuse me. The drywall and the floorboards and the window never bothered Eric when this was my office. Now, suddenly, the walls need to be primed and painted. He's already planning on moving my computer somewhere else for a week or so, to protect me from Noxious Fumes. How thoughtful. "What color would you like to paint the walls?" Um, I don't want the walls painted. I've told Eric a dozen times that painting the walls any color is a waste of time and materials, since my heart is set on the red toile wallpaper. Priming isn't optional, but painting certainly is. And I've opted against it. Yet he persists. "What color would you like to paint the walls?" "Pink." That puts him right off the idea. Still, he's determined to forge ahead with the priming, and now he wants me to go look at flooring with him. Someone stop this man. I've got two boys' bedrooms and a baby's nursery to strip down and redecorate. Why is my husband obsessing about a tiny office under the eaves that nobody else can see? I'll tell you why. Because he's claimed fifty percent of it, and dad-gummit, he's just too aesthetically sensitive to work in a room with bare drywall. Funny. I've managed to complete two entire novels up here and am hard at work on the third. The drywall really hasn't been that distracting. Would it be awful of me to retract my invitation? To (lovingly) suggest that he take a hike? No good? Oh, I'm doomed. The one lifespace that offers me a sense of "things are okay, everything is good and peaceful" is headed toward certain upheaval. And all because I had a bighearted moment of weakness and invited my beloved spouse to share some space. This is like getting married all over again. Stay tuned for the ongoing saga. I'm sure it will get...interesting. Labels: life, marriage, writing |
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9of my readers are feeling chatty:
Do you have a basement?
Nice touch with the pink paint. :)
Every time you say "red toile" my brain reads red toilet.
Maybe you can add a wall that divides the room in half. You get the half with the door, and he... :)
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I *love* that wallpaper! I've been thinking of a black toile for my new office :-)
Vince is supposed to be sharing my space too but he's not quite so enthusiastic and keeps trying to claim a space in the basement with the cats!
There isn't that much space to share in there! But isn't this better than him turning the parlour into his office? I could never share space with Tom...his clutter would take over. So he gets the office and I get the nook.
I'm back. =D Baby Number Five?!?!?! Boy, I've missed a lot!!! Congratulations! =D (I actually envy you.) The red toile wallpaper sounds heavenly. =)
If you want that particular wallpaper then have Eric put it up....end of discussion. You are a writer and you need your space to inspire you! Maybe with the new wall paper you will write novels quicker and end up being able to afford TWO offices! LOL
(((Eric))) I still love you. I guess if the wall paper isn't an option right now you could always divide the room with some sort of nifty gadget. I've been in the "office" and it's not that big...
are the dead bugs still in the window? LOL
Leese! You remember the dead ladybugs?? LOL Yes, they're long gone. Though I still get ladybugs in here from time to time...just not thousands at once.
As for the wallpaper -- that's just it. I don't want to spend the money and time on it right now because of all the other stuff we have to do. I want him to just let it the heck alone!
Snickle -- We have a crawlspace. Ya think he'll mind stooping over....?
Yes, Dave, I do believe you've had the toile/toilet problem before.... :)
Kerrie -- Toile always reminds me of you.
Jamie -- I am just as cluttered as Eric when it comes to my work spaces, so he will be in good company. It's the REST of the house I can't stand clutter in! :)
Well, if he doesn't like the wall paper, then he'd better learn to stoop!!
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