Finished My Writing Studio! (Before & After Pics)

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I finally finished my writing studio. It took me about a week to paint the walls and trim, and get everything in there. This is my first writing space that's all my own in a long, long time! Ever since becoming foster parents and taking in babies, there's been no room for me to write that's quiet. At our last place, my desk was in our bedroom. Now I'm up on the third floor where it's nice and quiet:)

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Comments

Shannon O'Donnell said…
Yay! It looks awesome - what a change! I love the satellite chair. and the bookcase in its own little niche. and the desk in front of the window...
May 10, 2010 at 3:22 PM
Mary E Campbell said…
Very cool - I really wish I had my own space. One where no one could find me - a secret writing room would be awesome. Anyway - great job.
May 10, 2010 at 3:30 PM
Sherrie Petersen said…
Oh man, I am SO jealous!! Awesome work space!
May 10, 2010 at 4:09 PM
Pat Tillett said…
That is really nice!
May 10, 2010 at 4:35 PM
Terra said…
Lovely, lovely, lovely. The window and dream sign are great.
May 10, 2010 at 6:39 PM
L. D. Nash said…
So jealous. My writing studio consists of a noisy living room packed full of movies, games and other entertainment paraphanalia. (sp?) I have no dictionary handy cause I'm in the LIVING ROOM! Argh!
May 10, 2010 at 10:02 PM
Carolyn V. said…
Oh, I love it! That's alot of hard work! =)
May 10, 2010 at 11:02 PM
Mary Aalgaard said…
I love it! I love the Dream saying above the desk. I love that you claimed a space for yourself. It's called an APOYO - a place of your own. Now, enjoy and create!
May 11, 2010 at 10:11 AM
Sarah Ahiers said…
so awesome! It looks lovely!
May 11, 2010 at 11:05 AM
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