David and I are finally moved into our new house, which means that Goodwerks Creative has a new home. We bought a 1930 craftsman style house with incredibly squeaky floors on Bozeman’s south side. Now I’ve got a great studio space — an unused kitchen in what was formerly a basement apartment. I love having a sink! And there’s an only-slightly-spider-infested Harry Potteresque closet under the basement stairs to keep all of my important stuff in (Altoid tins, jars of various sizes, archival glitter, vintage paper dolls, musty old magazines, scrap paper, yarn, embroidery patterns, linoleum blocks, artificial flowers, wire, you know the stuff…). It’s paradise!

I’ve only done one little tiny painting project in my studio so far, a poster illustration for Bozeman’s burgeoning Don’t Close Your Eyes Live Radio Theatre, which stages original radio plays in front of live audiences (Exhibit A), but I’m hoping soon to undertake a new oil stick series.

Meanwhile, we’re adjusting to life in the university district (complete with a productive crop of beer cups on our front lawn and a couple of unannounced young guests found tent-camping in our back yard) and settling into our new (old) digs. There was something about split-level living that encouraged a wanton spirit of home decorating that we’re not sure we’ll be able to recapture. To tell the truth, we’re both somewhat terrified of the new house. I’ll let you know when I get up the nerve to put a nail in the wall for the first time.

Thus, the original Kitschatorium (an amateur-built heavy-as-hell teacup shelf, repurposed to feature seasonal figurine displays) has yet to find its new spot, but at least the dollhouse is in full swing. It’s sitting on our mantel – the focal point in a room that is otherwise a tent city of blanket covered furnishings that we’re halfheartedly protecting from two disoriented cats.

I seem to have been picking up a lot of baby dolls lately, and it looks like they and some television-loving owls have moved in for the spring! (That parachute man was discovered while cleaning under the stove in the old house, by the way!)

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