Remodeling Update On The Farm Store

 Officially, this is the last time you'll see me refer to it as "The Farm Store". From now on, it is The Studio or My Studio or That Wonderful Studio of Mine. Selfish with a capital Self.

If you want to see how this building from our old farm, was moved up to The Poor Farm recently, you may hop over HERE. Be sure to come back to the present when you're done.

And you're back. With winter creeping up quickly, supposed to get down into the 30's at night this next week, I pushed to finish at least the new paint job in my studio to be. I was fortunate to find two gallons of returned paint at Menards for just $5 each in a neutral tone. The lid showed a light tan but the inside paint was grey.

Might have had something to do with why it was returned.

Worked fab for me though, a good quality Dutch Boy paint that did an excellent job of covering  the old butter yellow color I painted it years ago. What I won't be painting again is the ceiling. It was a bear to do the first time around so it stays forever white. Unless one of you would like to volunteer, let me know and I'll leave the grey paint on the front porch.

Initially I thought I would repaint the beams and the window frames, but I believe the brick red will work since I plan to bring in a more rugs with those same hues. Mostly I'm leaving all the red as a matter of pride since I endured much flack from the men in our family when I made the butter yellow and red palate choice initially. It worked great when we were selling meat out of industrial freezers in the back of the room, and soap out of primitive cupboards. It was all very homespun and countrified.

Now though, I'm going for something darker, richer, more studious. Ideally it will look like Virgina Woolf's bedroom in the movie The Hours,  an all time favorite of mine just after The Wizard of Oz and just before The Big Chill.  I may not get the colors exactly right but I'm sure to nail the massive amount of paper piles. Love her filing system!





See that massive desk of hers on the right? Mine will be an old 1950's buffet of my parents. It sat in their home for decades, in my home for decades and has been collecting dust the last year in the old decrepit house on The Poor Farm. Keith will attempt to shorten its legs and remove a center drawer to accommodate my Jimmy Dean thighs. I'll show you that project soon.

I'm looking for an armchair like Virginia aka Nicole is lounging in, sure I can grab one at The Restore in Champaign or Bloomington. They have the best grandma furniture ever!