I’ve been thinking quite a bit about The Goddess of the Last Minute column from our latest issue, in which Robbi Joy Eklow discusses the difficulties of setting up a new studio space. You see, I spent this past weekend moving into a new apartment on the Harvard Business School campus where I will be living for the next two years while my fiancé is a student there. I have to admit, I was a bit reluctant to leave our former apartment—and you can imagine how delighted I was to discover that we’re on the fifth floor with no elevator. Normally, I’m a trooper when it comes to taking the stairs, but when lugging heavy boxes and furniture… not so much.
So Kyle and I recruited several of our largest friends, including former football player Andrew Brecher who is a massive 6'9" and weights in at over 300 lbs (thus his nickname, Brecher Bear).
After an arduous afternoon of moving, we celebrated the night away with margaritas and good Mexican food—and treated everyone to dinner lest our friends decide to de-friend us after hours of carrying our heavy boxes. (Confession: we also caved in and hired professional movers to finish the job the next day.)
The rest of the weekend was spent unpacking and orienting myself to my new surroundings. My hot yoga class is now a 30-minute bike ride away (as opposed to two) and while my morning runs usually take me along a bike pack through the woods, I now find myself jogging along the Charles River and into downtown Boston. The closest grocery store used to be Shaw’s but is now Whole Foods, a mere 6-minute walk away (I’m not complaining on this one, but my bank account might). As you can imagine, I’m a little disoriented.
Unpacking is also rather slow-going. At least my kitchen is starting to resemble a functional space:
But my studio still looks like this:
Hence, Robbi’s reservations about setting up her newly renovated studio have been on my mind. For some reason, I’m having a hard time unpacking my fabrics, threads, and sewing supplies—even though it’s been well over a week since I’ve had time to do some stitching and I’m dying to get back at it. The blank walls are intimidating, and I have an ideal vision in my head but don’t know where to start. So even though I’m quickly growing fond of my new apartment, I know it won’t feel quite like home until I can sew in it. Wish me luck!
Do you have any unpacking advice?