Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Little Boxes, Little Boxes Made of Ticky Tacky...

Every time I am driving south of San Francisco on Hwy 101 I think of this song! Lol...and yesterday I was singing the tune as I opened boxes. Here is a non-photoshopped picture of the command center. Unlike Glamor magazine I am unable to enhance the "hips" of this room! LOL

I am the most tickled about the stove...which will be a coffee station for me and whoever decides to stitch with me. It is the stove from my parents first home. I remember my mom baking pies in this stove. We lived in a home that was 600 square feet...which is the square footage of my sewing room. Makes me very grateful for all my parents hard work and all that they taught me.

This is the view of the other side of the room. The business side, LOL.

Last night I made the most fantastic spaghetti, we sat on the back patio with a glass of wine enjoying the it is back to work as I head back to Bend for more Goodwill runs and packing while HH puts together my sewing and cutting table!!

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