Well...Vive la liberacion is a cry of overthrowing our oppressors. Swedes don't have oppressors. Really, never have. We (the Swedes, of which I am 1/8th) are a peace loving neutral people. So no such cry in Swedish. Hence, I resorted to Spanish. And, I'm not sure I resorted correctly. I mean I took two years of German in high school, nearly a century ago.
Intrigued now? The main concept here, is overthrowing the oppressors, which in the case of my studio, is all the junk. It's oppressive. And all the "making do" and perching precariously atop piles and furniture cleverly "repurposed" finally broke me. Literally. I was having back and neck pain from working in an environment that was not remotely ergonomic. Not even close.
When last we met, I had decided on a style for the new room. Swedish Country. I also knew what size and what sort of work surfaces I needed. I wanted to pick those first, cause I figured that was the one area I did not want to compromise on. I was also hoping to avoid the use of particleboard.
Well, this turned out to be a week long quest. But finally, finally, I made a slight compromise, and found the perfect units. And guess where I found them? This is the best part. I found them at IKEA. You know where Ikea's from right? SWEDEN !!! How perfect is that?
The legs are even height adjustable. And Ikea has a tool on their website that allowed me to calculate the perfect ergonomic tabletop height based on my height. Plus they have lots of options for adding length, and stuff to the tables. My compromise? It's not exactly wood. It's birch veneer - which is wood - over MDF, which is wood dust and glue. But, still not particleboard, so that's good. (right?)
One of these days I will regale you with the story of my getting these tables (two of them) from Ikea, by myself in my mid size SUV. I won't do it now, because that would be too long of a digression for this post, even for me.
In order to assemble the desks and install them into the studio, I first had to haul pretty much everything out of the room. Once I had the tables set up...I didn't want to bring anything back in. It looked so good. So open, so airy.
Which means, the liberacion began, in earnest. It was surprisingly easy. Apparently, the trick is to look at the stuff outside of it's natural habitat. IE, stacked up in the front hall. Getting it out of the studio, where I was used to seeing it, made me truly realize just how much stuff I'd had in there. It also made me realize, the sheer volume of this stuff violated rule #3 - Does it make me happy? Nope, it did not. So, the oppressive junk has been overthrown - mostly. Oh sure, there are still pockets of resistance, hiding in the hills. I am though confident I will eventually take them out...to the Goodwill.
Next up. Storage.
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