Change in the Air in Postcards 4

Before

I must confess that I like a pretty, bright and colorful home. As I begin on Bobbies quilt, I have lost the dining room and compressed the living room. That’s what we get for buying a small condo….little room for adaptation or change for two busy adults.

So yesterday: Dining room table down to the garage…where in there I don’t know. Chairs, down. Footstool down. Pull this over, push that out…and what do we have? There’s room now for a collapsible drawing board bought from the thrift store strong enough to sew on too. G’s table, which used to be mine, is to the left, and mine is to the right. I compressed the two camel chests together under the window, and compressed a sofa and my big chair and the Morris Chair into an unwieldy mess in the living room area. We need a chair for the worktables tho.

We will have to do something about all that later.

At least, I got all the books, the floor, and the art dusted before I created this massive upheaval. It’s not a pretty mess but I am able to laugh about it. And myself.

• Himself: Gym, work, dinner out last night at IKEA before Lowes to buy closet door rollers and a new kitchen faucet.
• Herself: Visited that drawing board for three days before I bought it. Upset the boss, we both apologized, and I paid full price. Eye doc tomorrow.
• Reading: A new to me Francis.
• Gratitudes: The drawing board. It collapses so I won’t have to part with it. Have a drawing board or drafting table is a top priority. The days are cooling a tiny bit. Blue sky and the ability to see it.