here's the corner of the studio, packed and swept and organized:
The cat sat in his milk dish and then was shocked to discover he had done so, so you don't see the dribbles of white milk I just cleaned up as he darted around the house . . .
and here's the un-done pile, that has to be pigeonholed somewhere before the party at 7 p.m. tomorrow night:
anybody want a loom for $125? Pat brought it over for me to sell for her and it's been sitting here since Thanksgiving weekend.
My little reward for being stuck in the house all day getting this done, is Hubbin said we could order in Pizza tonight. Got a feeling I'll eat that and simply fall over--with furniture to move, boxes to heft, many trips lugging stuff up the stairs, I'll be a tired gal by the time dinner rolls around! Who needs to pay for a place to exercise? get enough sweating and thigh work done just doing the housework. Soon, I'll be working on sewing, and using up all this stash. Peace.
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