My dream studio
Well, I have dreamed of having a little cottage for many years, as my studio. It would have a front looking real traditional, but the back would have big windows for light. I could have seperate rooms, one for animation, one with a big table for crafts and such, and another room with a sewing machine. And one more room for books!


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hanna said...
beautiful houses, I can imagine you would stay there in your imagination lots of time, right? :-)
12:29 PM
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Anonymous said...
I love your dream studio.
{ Karin }
3:29 PM
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Tracie said...
Wow, absolutely awesome! I love the fact that it was so remote, too bad it didn't work out but there is always "some day"! I love the idea of big huge windows to let in the light, that is key and so essential I think to anyone's hobby!
6:47 PM
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mreteveian said...
Just got to love the outside view of your dream studio. And the rooms you dreamed about inside, - great!
Sorry for you that it was to far from town.
Dream on!
9:00 AM
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zUzU said...
Never stop dreaming.
Dream BIG.
Dream with your eyes wide open.
I dreamt of a tiny cottage with windows all around ...
I dreamt of a bitty studio filled huge with light ...
I dreamt of a garden of trees and flowers
and inside that garden sat my dream studio ...
next to the cottage.
I drew pictures of my dreams with words & paint.
Of what my cottage looked like.
Of the studio ... Of the gardens filled with flowers.
Of towering trees that protected them all.
I wrote myself letters about them.
I BELIEVED in the dream ... that my cottage was out
there ... waiting for me to find it.
And I knew next to my cottage, in the gardens ...
sat the studio filled huge with light.
In 1999 ... I walked down a road behind the house
I had rented and lived in for 10 months ... A road right next to me, yet I had never traveled.
A friend had died and her small dog came to live
with me ... This precious creature insisted I walk
her down this road. After her tugging and wagging
I relented and let her pull me down the path.
I followed her lead.
As we walked ...
I looked around into the trees ...
At the old worn fences ...
And just beyond.
Hidden behind my rented house ...
There, in the trees ...
Sat a tiny white cottage.
Next to the cottage sat a smaller one ...
and together surrounded by an overgrown
and sadly neglected old garden.
There in front of me ...
Not three hundred feet from where I was living ...
Was my dream with a for sale sign.
Waiting for me.
Always believe in your dreams.
You can make them real.
=^..^= love, zU
10:45 AM
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