In search of a studio

Interior in Yellow (Corner of the kitchen)

So my sister offers me the use of a corrugated iron shed in her sunny back yard. Great, I say. The shed is 3m x 3m, but I quickly realise that after stuffing in all my paraphanalia there's no room for me and the easel. I paint in my kitchen surrounded by dog, homework books and washing piles, packing up at 3.30 each day as the kids arrive home from school. Dog walks over palette taking cadmium red footprints with her, canvases stack up in hallway/bedroom/kitchen. I follow up a few leads on spaces available, nothing less than $50/week, or not suitable in terms of size/light/accessibility. Then a painter friend suggests saving my weekly rent and extending my own backyard shed to accomodate me. It starts to grow. I'd always wanted a backyard yurt. I draw up plans for a small (dream) studio of my own, take them to a builder, get a quote, convince my husband, source funding and it's happening.