same window, same corner – lots of stuff gone. Some is in the cellar, because I just can’t stand to let go of it, however if it gets flooded and wrecked I will only be a little sad. Five boxes are gone to people who will use it; Freecycle, a community art group, and the school. There are more boxes to look through, but I guess I am mostly resigned to putting my hand on every object I have in the room and deciding what to do with it.
The sewing table is undergoing an audition. It doesn’t feel quite right, but I may just be out of practice sewing at a shorter table.