This is what it looked like when we inherited it:
It was originally a soft yellowish color. Now, I love yellow. Love it. But this was dingy and had to go.
You can also see the lovely dropped ceiling. the rest of the basement does not have this ceiling, so I'm not sure why they did it here??
Behind the slated doors are the furnace, water heater and water softener. So when I start filling up this room, I should probably make sure these doors are accessible... (Keep that in mind, I'll suffer for it later.)
The other door leads to the "fruit room" or "cold storage room". Something that may be to be unique to Utah? I've never seen it anywhere else. It's a narrow concrete room - basically the long hollow space left after pouring the cement for your porch. Canning and food storage is huge here in Utah, so that's what most people use it for. Me? Not so much. More like holiday decorations, luggage, you get the idea...
This little built in desk area seemed like a handy corner for all my crafting and paper stuff. Especially since that white desk and armoire would never fit down here with everything else. Unfortunately, once I started moving in I realized I couldn't donate this valuable space to paper.
While I was painting and cleaning, the space seemed pretty open.
I thought "Hey, I can do this. Everything will fit just fine"
Then the furniture arrived.
And I cried.
Then the "stuff" arrived.
And I cried. A lot.
I had the movers take care of all the furniture for me, and I told them to "just put it all in the room". I wasn't worried about placement, because I knew I would be pushing it from one wall to another, trying to figure out the best layout anyhow. That was my first mistake.
I planned to move all the "stuff" in after the furniture was in place. I thought me and a few girl friends, we'll take our time - no worries. Only, I spent more time cleaning and painting than anticipated, ran short on time, and lets just say it didn't work out how I had planned. It was just me and the Sarge on a time limit. Everything ended up dumped into the room. And you can see by the pictures, I am not exaggerating. everything. was. dumped.
My studio is always the last thing to get squared away when we move. So after the dumping, we ensured there was a path to Slicks bedroom and closed the door.
A week or so later, my water softener started leaking.
And yes, those doors were now blocked.
So, everything had to be shoved away from those doors, making the rest of the room even more inaccessible.
And after that, we had the cable guy out. To install my sons cable, he would need to get to the other side of my studio. Of course he would.
It is a truely humbling moment when you see a man shimmy on the floor to crawl under and around your pile s of crap. I felt like one of those people on an episode of "Hoarders".
The good news is, I have since made progress. It's not complete - but it does not look like this anymore! You can get a glimpse of the new color in the dumped photos, what do you think?