Where did the time go this weekend? I guess this is what happens when you decide to move. Friday, my husband and I visited a house we really liked. It is in some ways the best of all worlds for us. It is a 10 minute walk from his work, a very convincing point for him, it is an 1810 historic house, a very convincing point for me, and it sits on an acre of land, a very convincing point for the children.
As buying a new house, means selling the one we are in right now, you can imagine I am going to be busy over the next few days packing, and cleaning, and straightening so we can quickly put our Boston home on the market.
So this is where my weekend went, into packing and cleaning... and dreaming about restoring "my" 1810 house. Notice I already say "my", though there is nothing definite yet!
I got a few rows of my rug hooked yesterday, the branch is growing, one hen is comfortably asleep on her branch, surrounded by the cozy darkness of the night. Flowers are starting to bloom on the main branch.
I hope I will have some time to hook a little today. But if I don't I know I will be dreaming of where I could put my hooking in "my" new house!