My husband knew to expect a text from me blabbing my gratitude every time I stayed at the loft. Saying thanks once was probably sufficient, but I was overcome with gratitude each new moment in this little “me place” we had created. It was an amazing gift, blessing, for a time in my life when I thrived on a bit of space outside the home and homeschool scene to be the un-mom and un-teacher. And because I knew, and know, that having a place like this doesn’t happen to all moms and artists who need it, I relished every second (with a good dose of guilt, ugh!) and felt undeserving of such an opportunity but never ceased to be grateful.
I loved the smell of the loft upon arrival. It was the smell of oil paint, clean, and solitude.
I’ve been so shy about sharing the loft because it seems extravagant, especially for an artist not looking to make art to sell at the moment. And, it is such a personal space–goofy and girly like me. But it is part of our life story, a good part; and it seems wrong to me not to celebrate life’s blessings when they come. Heaven knows I spend enough time moaning about unpleasantness!
Because there was no TV or Internet hooked up at the loft, the days and evenings were quiet except for my music. We had worked out our homeschool schedule so that I could slip away weekly to paint. Every few weeks I would take a chunk of time there to fully immerse myself in painting. It worked for that time. Now, I look forward to setting up my studio in the new house where I can paint quietly while the kids are in school.
The loft furniture is a combination of things we had and things we thrifted specifically for the space. I just smooshed it all together.
Chris, who did the amazing build-out, rewired an old photography studio light with a hot pink extension cord from Lowe’s.
The girl above the sofa, is she naughty or aghast or frightened, is my very favorite piece. Or maybe it’s the floral pillow. Anyway, we call her Judy, and you can read how she came to be in this post. Maybe I love her because I had so much fun painting her?
Adjacent to the living area is the kitchen. We used all the existing appliances and cabinets but just reconfigured the space and refaced the cabinets. I scored the brand new Circa Lighting sconces at Habitat for Humanity. For real!
The intaglio of the nude women is by Pam Bernard, 1983, and includes a verse by the artist. I fell in love with the colors when I saw it at Scott Antique Market. I bought it, on a separate occasion, from the same dealer from whom I bought the plaster torso on the yellow chest. Yep, I was one centerfold away from being known as Nekkid Lady Lady. This piece now hangs in our tiny jadey-teal powder room–please don’t sprinkle when you tinkle! For the sake of the art, I hung it in the bathroom a little higher than it should be hung.
I found the dining table for sale on the side of the road on the way to eat a delectable brunch at The Grit in Athens. Bertoias are from Craigslist and got shipped to the loft when they didn’t pass my kids’ comfy-booty test at home. The cork tray and vase are old Round Top treasures that I’ve had forevah. I made the kitchen runner from carpet tiles.
I’ll just say again how beautiful the lanterns are that my brother made.
I chose the least expensive quartz countertop option, in gray, simple. Chris, like a champ, covered the existing refrigerator in wood to match the cabinetry. I believe he used 1/4″ board with Gorilla Glue.
Off the kitchen is the mechanical/laundry room. Chris moved one of the existing kitchen upper cabinets above the dryer and built a storage platform in half of the room to take advantage of the ceiling height.
I surely did need an 8-foot ladder in this place, if not one taller. It was a nice graphic wall element above the trash can.
There is more to the loft tour: