Years ago I bought this enormous crown molding.
I did not have a place for it.
But it was just too beautiful to pass by.
French Husband agreed, we rented a van and drove an hour and a half to pick it up.
Did I write about this years ago? Didn't I share a photo of it hanging
precariously in the back of a van, literally had to rope parts of it in midair to have the four
pieces fit and not crowd each other.
Yes, it was a feat for Hercules to bring it home only to sit in our garage.
We are moving things around in our dining room/living room area.
The family has convinced me, worn me down, no not really,
to buy two soft comfortable sofas but to not change the atmosphere
A small feat I thought.
But two comfortable sofas take up major floor space.
I have been moving, or I should say they have been moving pieces
around and I have been laying out plans on the floor:
"You see the sofa will not fit here if that piece is there."
Literally, they want sofas the size of dump trucks!
I keep reminding them that you have to be able to walk around the coffee table
not walk over it.
Goal: Aim smaller.
Think Car, not Dump Truck.
The Biscuit is just fine on our present sofa.
He and I have a thing going on… I am convinced
he is going to love antiques.
See his enthusiasm!
He is thrilled with THIS sofa.
Why buy another?
If only he could vote!
Disarray at Christmas.
At least the tree is up no photo but it is there.
Gabriel and I spend hours sitting up close to the Christmas
tree talking about the ornaments.
He is very gentle with the tree that is full of fragile ornaments –
the Christmas tree is pleased.
I believe he loves the tree with the twinkling lights
like a best friend.
The rest of the room is a disaster zone but he doesn't notice it.
That little guy knows how to keep me focused on what is important.
Food, changing diapers, naps, and cuddles under the tree.
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