Time to groove.





I dare you not to move to the music.

Humanly.  Impossible.

*now doing funky dance*



Moving on...

Remember this charming lil' photo?  Since we're friends here and all, I have a secret to tell.  When I climb our crooked little steps from our Kitchen to my Sewing Room I end up in front of that door you see here.  If I turn left I am in my Sewing Room.  Also known as, "The Land of Nod" (yes, I've been known to fall asleep while sewing.  I don't recommend it.), & "The Land Of Make Believe".  Worries and stress fall off of Me and onto the steps as I climb them.


If I turn to the right and enter into the room behind that door I enter into an obsessive compulsive person's nightmare. *shudders*  It's chaos. Totally.


I try to control it.  I do.  But it gets away from me.  We don't have a basement here at our little old homestead so the only storage options are a room devoted to storage (see photo).  Or our big Ol' Barn.  As you know anything valuable, sentimental, delicate, etc...needs to stay in a controlled environment.  So they end up here.  In our Storage Room (see photo).


In the middle of said Storage Room is a pile.  A pile of things that need to make their way outta there.  So with that being said, I am on a mission.  A mission to get said pile out of our home and into someone else's.


You're welcome. *giggle*wink*


So stay tuned as I've been working on getting some photos loaded and descriptions in order and I will have the first item up for sale tomorrow.




And last but not least...

Remember this lil' sweet tweet?  I lovingly refer to her as, "Miss Wonky Britches".  I am going to change her banner and she will remain with Me for always.  Right now she sweetly tweets above my head in my Sewing Room.  See?  Land of Make Believe I told you.  And here you thought I was pulling your leg. *tsk*tsk*tsk*  Silly Peep you.

Anyway, I made three more of 'em like her.  Well, not exactly.  They're not as wonky.  I'll be finishing 'em up this weekend and hopefully get 'em in my Etsy Shop by Sunday evening.



So that's it in a nutshell.



As always, it continues to floor me to no end that fine people like yourselves come by here and read what I put down here.  It's hard to contain my heart because it wants to burst from it all.  I never want that feeling to disappear.

Thank you for that.


Love ya,
tj