A while back, I wrote a journal entry about how lovely it would be if I had my own work room. I’ve been putting off zine-production mainly because sitting at a proper table with my typewriter is not really doing it for me. I said I want a private room with a pull-out sofa as a work station. All my zine material and zine collection will be kept there along with posters and DIY decorations to inspire me.
No more than a couple of weeks after writing that entry, I got the news that our neighbor from across the hall is moving out and that we can have his apartment! Great news already since we’ve grown tired of the smell of mold in our apartment and also the incredible lack of space in the 40-meters we call a home.
Our neighbor’s apartment is at least twice as big as our current place. The living room is probably three times as big as ours. This is a huge plus seeing as our tiny living room is so packed full of shit, it appears to be on the verge of explosion. We have two sofas, two coffee tables, three guitars, three amps, a dog, a laptop, a huge TV and sound system all crammed into that tiny hole. Can you imagine how much more amazing our living room will be with all that extra space? Especially when I hit it up with some technicolor curtains?
Aside from that, the bathroom has a bathtub as opposed to the stand-up shower we currently have. I don’t even remember the last time I took a bath. Man, that will so rule!
And instead of having just one bedroom, we will have three! A huge master bedroom where we can finally have two separate closets and no more losing hoodies for me (how the fuck do I manage to lose hoodies?!). A computer room for my lovely computer geek husband. And a third bedroom which will be perfect for any progeny we might have but which will now serve as a work room for me until said progeny will come to be.
This past weekend, I was lost in fantasies on how to decorate my work room. A pull-out sofa for sure, preferably a padded burgundy one, upholstered with faux fur or velvety fabric, a rug (so much better than these damn ceramic floors) purple curtains, posters of Amon Amarth, Arch Enemy and some riot grrrl bands, my zine collection and my journals organized in alphabetical order on my riot grrrl display library (pictured above), a zine wall of fame featuring my favorite zines, a small cupboard for all my zine and art material, a stereo system with all my CD’s and cassettes, maybe also one of my guitars with a small amp, scented candles, oils and incense for inspiration, and of course, my typewriter. Also I want to make a small sign on my door that says something like “Zinestering in process. Come on in!” Which is so much better than “do not disturb”. Hell, I WANT people to join me.
THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING COOL!!
We’re moving only in January and time has never gone by so slowly as it is right now.
Peace, love and 24-hour zine things will be so much better from now on!