In your innocence you ask "why?"
The studio flooring is almost complete. Dad only needs to make a threshold from the office to the studio and one in front of the door leading outside (aka my escape route). But yes, the hardwood flooring is in!!!
That's good right? Well sort of....
The carpet was ripped up, flooring tack strips gone, staples gone. Bad kitty marks (not from me) on subfloor painted over with three coats of oil based Kilz. Boards cut and measured. Dad laid the pattern, Grand-dad fitted all the boards and "she" went crazy with the air-nailer. All this in 2 1/2 days! Oh yes I was delighted that they didn't goof off so that I could get back into my studio haven....I mean "her" studio...my haven....
It looks pretty darn good. "She" picked it out just for me (certainly yes?). It is called "Tobacco Road". It is "hand-scrapped" and "distressed" - how purrfect is that???!? It looks so good I started dreaming about getting a smoking jacket and a pipe to match the look- wouldn't that simply complete my handsomeness?!?
I even suggested new furniture instead of the junk in there now. Dad said not to worry about the furniture. He'd have the tiller run through the studio flooring and everything would match purrfect by morning.
I opted to let her keep the current furniture. I'll just continue using it to sharpen my claws. Eventually, it will fall apart. And I'll blame the mice. Or my sisfur, the large fluffy one she calls Angel....
Anyway, so I accept that there will be no new furniture (yet).
Can I tell you a secret? Come closer....I don't want her to hear...full disclosure....pay close attention here....cause I probably won't be allowed to repeat this if "she" finds out.....there are TWO stepbacks, ONE eight foot cabinet, ONE hunking workbench, ONE child's armoire, ONE hunking industrial ladder/shelf thingy, ONE adjustable architects table, ONE industrial wheel table, ONE industrial ladder, and ONE chair and a half with ottoman....
Did you get all that?!? TEN, count them TEN pieces of hunking climbing surface space in a 270 sq. foot room! Oh yeah, and cat tree makes ELEVEN! If I counted the gas fireplace that would be TWELVE! Any wonder at all why I couldn't get a good photo of the layout for my studio post? Need one of those panaramic cameras to use while perched on the chandelier to get that photo!
Anyway, the furniture was put back in pretty much the same design as before. Just changed around a few pieces. Took out the cat tree for rehab. And the chair but it's being replaced with a bench that Grand-dad made for "her".
So sounds like it's just about set for some serious cat naps, yes?
All of these space hogging pieces of wood and metal have vignettes, fluffs and thingys scattered over their flat areas. Lots of junk. By the truckloads. MANY truckloads.
There is so much, it's hard to find a good clear space to spread out. It is most disturbing to my concentration while I do my yoga. All that noise when those little junk pieces hit the floor when I do my warm up stretches. It's an issue I'm telling you.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, the junk everywhere...."she" took pictures and was going to put everything right back like it was. Good idea, yes?
Would have been.
Except that when "she" swaped around a few pieces of the furniture and then looked at the pictures "she" decided there were a few displays that looked "weak".....
Weak?! Isn't that just another way of saying 'I thought I liked it, but I changed my mind'?!? Is this a woman thing?
Weak in the knees maybe - remember who the nailer was while laying the flooring....and after I heard "her" say that "she" felt like a bus ran her over. Well guess who's going to be driving when I throw it in reverse MOL!!! And let's not forget to load up some of that junk - clear some space coming through....
Just kidding. You knew that though didn't you? My little legs can't reach the gas pedal. Of course that won't stop me from hiring someone.....any volunteers?