Home is a catalog of your life. In this case we had separate lives and have a joint life. It’s quite a mish mash of stuff. In making up for lost decades we have collected a lot in a hurry – old typewriters, old sewing machines, old spinning wheels… old beer steins. Colleen weaves. That shuttle is sitting on a Revolutionary war era barn loom. Yes, we basket. And, I built/constructed the bobbin display rack to hold spun skeins. We got old art and new art. The old wheel is our TP holder in the half bath. The master bath has too many cosmetics. I hid them in a nearby backpack. Yes, it’s all jokes in self-defense – we are out of room for stuff. Ditto, my pantry sits partially on the counter. We did not start out this way. They have shows about hoarders.
Us? We? Nah!!
…amazing collectors, yes — (hoarders? not in this remarkable home — they’re all about fending off some sort of looming apocalypse)
March 6, 2022 at 8:52 am
Right! Looming. This is neat. You should see it when everything is out. We be full. One more thing and the place is ready to burst. All this and seven cats too.
March 6, 2022 at 5:57 pm