My husband and I had a germ of an idea: we wanted to have the hideous 1970s inlaid wood bar taken out of our studio and have a soundproofed vocal booth put in its place. We also thought it would be nice to remove the couldn't-possibly-be-up-to-code wood stove and its room-hogging brick base.
We'd been kicking around the idea for a long time and my husband finally called a friend of his who owns a construction firm and asked him to come out and give us a bid. The guy showed up yesterday morning, took a look around and named a very reasonable figure. If not for the hideous clutter consuming the room, he and his crew would gladly have started work immediately.
Instead, they're starting this morning. THIS MORNING.
We spent yesterday evening dragging tubs of office paperwork, microphone cables, drums, computer gear and other miscellaneous junk down the stairs into our guest room. Everything that couldn't be immediately moved ended up draped with a sheet.
Of course, we haven't really had a chance to think everything through yet - that's what scares me. All of a sudden, the plan includes relocating a closet door and a thermostat, taking out an ugly built-in shelving area, and putting down hardwood flooring where the current flooring will have to be taken out. We're going to have to have new floor coverings put throughout the room sooner or later and it might as well be now; however, our desks are both enormous and weigh a TON. I guess that's the workmen's problem...
Ready or not, we're plunging headlong into Studio Makeover '06. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.