So much to write, so little time. I can't believe what a huge internal change the office move has made. Going to sleep at night not feeling the pressure of my knitting falling off the shelves on me and taking up half the room is beyond relaxing it's pure peace. Magically, reorganizing the girls has given them a room with nothing on the floor--imagine that! And the new drawing space means never coming home to a mountain of crafting carnage all over the floor as well. Again, why did it take me so long to figure all this out?
You might wonder what this has to do with the cobbler and some booties. Well, the booties are just the latest color in the chocolate dipped line in the shop. They're shoes. I'm stretching here just to say that the unfinished porch for us is like the cobbler's kids never having shoes. You see, Kevin knows how to build and fix lots and lots of things. It's how he makes a living and yet if you were to step out of our kitchen door, you'd fall into a dirt pit about 2 1/2 feet down. I won't complain. It will be finished and if you saw the way he walked in the door every evening and watched him spend hours and hours mowing probably 5 acres of grass and fix the cars, the air conditioning, the well pump, etc. etc., you wouldn't pester him either.
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