Things were starting to feel like home. I had started a project.
The dog, Griz, found his place in the room to keep a watch on me. He would have much preferred to be under the daybed but my stash had to go somewhere! The dolls all fell into place, cluttered, but I could look at them an enjoy them rather then having them stored in boxes. OH WELL...good thing it happened before a new floor was put down and the cutting table was in place!