It's been a weekend of stitching. I was going to say there are no stories to share, but here they are... Stories of storms.
And moons. One of them over a sea of scraps...
There has been talk and plans of my claiming a bedroom for a studio for years now, once one of the boys moved out.
A couple of weeks ago, I said I didn't want to wait, and maybe it could happen in the fall, when Blue goes off for his senior year of college?
Last night, I cracked, and announced that it couldn't wait, I need a space of my own now. It's going to inconvenience everyone, but there is hope it will bring some calm, too, at least for me.
We have spent the afternoon shuffling beds and such. It's like one of those hand held plastic puzzles, with squares that slide into a picture. It takes three moves to get the piece you want into the corner. There are mattresses and bed frames in the kitchen, dining, and front rooms. (What's harder than putting together a piece of Ikea furniture? Taking one apart.)
Right now, I'm waiting for the mopped half of the room to dry before the next maneuver.
