The sewing move and redo is still underway, but I have lots to report.
First of all my husband was in rare form. He is mostly agreeable and will go along to get along, but there are a few things he draws the line in the sand about. He HATES Ikea. Not so much the products or the idea of the store, but he hates going inside. He says it is a rat maze and you are trapped until you find the end, and the prize instead of cheese is the exit doors. Well I wanted to go and buy a few things to go into my new sewing area. I wanted to get rid of the plastic drawers I have been using for years and wanted a put together look, but on a budget.
Not only did he take me and never uttered a snarly word, he even loaded a really heavy wall unit (4 boxes) twice. Twice you ask? Yes twice since the first one he loaded on the cart was the wrong one. Who told him the wrong one? Me! :(
I had figured the cost in my head, but while we were there we had picked up a few items we spotted for Joseph's room and a couple of the best lights for a great price. More on that later. To be honest I was WAY off on my math, but sweet man never even blinked. Hmmm, is something wrong with him?
We got it all home and I didn't want to cause any frustration for my sweet husband who loaded 12,000 pounds of stuff three times already so I said I would start putting it together while he went and rested with the puppies.
He kept asking if I needed help, but I trudged on.
|The red is double drawers. I have a few more to assemble.|
|Civil War fabrics in the closet and sorted.|
|Thread and incidentals not in permanent place.|
Now to put the ironing/cutting table back in place and put fabric away. No rest for the weary.