I got a message at midnight that the space was mine, give her dad the first months rent. Panic set in at that point. What did I just get myself into? The next morning I told my husband that I decided to start a business and had a place to rent.
I mentioned this to my facebook friends. I have a birthday party scheduled for this coming Saturday. I told her that my store wouldn't be completed but she insisted so the painting area will be finished.
Tasha got excited and is going to work with me. My husband is supportive and says that I could just use the space as an art studio if I want. The kids are excited. I think that everyone is in shock. No planning. No supply of painted furniture or canvases. No business plan. Just jumping forward.
The store will have refinished furniture, painted canvases, offer art classes, painting parties and birthday painting parties. We plan on having open paint Saturdays and eventually other type of art classes to include upcycling projects.
I didn't realize what I was getting into! So much to do and so little time. The last occupants tore the walls up. They were supposed to fix the walls but didn't. So day 1 in the store was spent patching the walls.
They tore out a sink and left a hole. I think I will put a sink back in there.
I suddenly realized that I haven't been doing much painting lately and have nothing to put up on the walls. So I am painting again. It is slow going since I have to paint after the kids are in bed. Painting with Benjamin running around is not an option!
My colorful giraffe.