funky

My son is 13 today.  Thirteen!  What in the world?  I was such a little grown-up at thirteen.  At least, I thought I was. 

Things
have been extra busy this month.  Isaac has built a wall to divide the
main floor of my new office, allowing pattern storage to be neatly
hidden away — and allowing the main work area to be cute-ified. I
don't know when I'll get around to that cute-ification, but it now has
the potential, which is a start.

I have successfully ignored the
move in order to wrap up some pressing projects.  A serious feat.  It
looks like I have one more week to go.  Next time I make my way up
there, I'll snap a photo of the new wall.  It was a lot of work and is
just about finished.  There is a lot more work to do, but it will have
to be gradual. With Nicey Jane new on the market and several new
patterns popping, we're extra busy behind the scenes.

On a
personal note, I purchased some cool, mid-century modern chairs today. 
They need refinishing and new upholstery, but I can do that.  If it
weren't for birthday dinner & birthday baking, I'd be out sanding
them this evening.  Perhaps tomorrow.

My camera is back too,
which means more blogging. I can't seem to get comfortable posting
without including photos. Case in point, the photos in this post. They
don't relate to what I'm saying at all, but isn't this a fun vintage
box? I gave it to Lindsay for Christmas, along with some other fun bits
& baubs.  It's probably a stationery box from the 60s or 70s.  All
it needed was a good cleaning and a refreshed interior. I used one of
Amy Butler's scrapbook papers from a while back.  Don't they say that the best
presents are those you have a hard time giving away? 
Something like that. I love funky kitsch like this.