Open Studio

Is it a happy ending? God knows I've had my doubts in the seven weeks of this studio remodel - deep, dark, existential doubts. It's a good thing I'm not in the construction trades; I now understand the reputed love of beer among tradespeople. I'd be in AA in a month if I had to do another fast-track project.

Last week's headline was "We're Talking Highs, We're Talking Lows." But had I been completely honest, I wouldn't have cited any highs. I felt pretty bleak as I blogged last week: We had little more than two weeks left, and no apparent way to fix the ceiling grid to finish installing the ceiling and the electrical, while passing electrical inspection. We'd ordered some expensive floor tiles, but the store messed up and delivered the wrong ones. And the one thing I wanted out of this room design seemed completely out of reach.

One of the first things my friend Jill, an artist and long-time ACC member, told me after I got this job was that I needed to get into a hot shop – asap – and see glass artists in action. It's unlike anything else, she said. You've got to do it.