I finished painting the bathroom. Expecting guests this summer. I love to paint things white.
The old CD cabinet just fits there. A tiny space, this extra bathroom, more like a closet. This looks fine after some white paint. I don't have CDs any more anyway. Stored most of my music digitally and gave them away. And I don't buy them. No plastic comes with downloads. And less stuff. More space.
Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.
The Man reduced the size of one of my worktables. To better fit the now Warmer back room. More space. Space has become my new and most important tool. Easily said. Just cut a third off and move the legs over. OK.
8 hours later. Rebuilt. Big job but Good. Sealer still drying.
Alphabet Soup (remember that one?) Washed and drying. And still not done. Soul-o used it as a bed over the winter.
I will be back to Small Journeys tomorrow. (For those who are subscribed and have patiently waited through my April break).