517 Vattier

It's much like saying good bye to your best friend, your confidant, your open arms after a long day at school, at work--didn't matter. This one place, just this one, this is home.

Last night sleeping in 517. I will miss the familar smells, sights and sounds. I miss it already deep in my bones. There is a dull ache. I think it is more for the people who have once occupied it and those who do now and for those who will.

I always love for people to come into my space and say it feels like home. That is what I love doing...I love going home, so to hear people say that and enjoy my space it makes me smile. I hope my new 1220 will be just as good. Maybe a little more retro, shabby, chic but good enough.

I just want to thank everyone who has ever crossed 517's threshold. You helped make this house a living, breathing home. It wouldn't have been the same without you.

Now I am off to sleep on not my couch but it is still very willing...

Good night my loves,
b

Hotdog, hotdog, hot diggty dog.

TI told my manager that I wanted to train to be kitchen prep in the mornings. I am to report to duty at 8 am sharp dressed and ready for orientation with my other manager Derek.

Oy vey, what did I get myself into.

I have started to crochet a rag rug out of old t-shirts.

It gave me an idea for a gallery peice. It made me want to make a phone call.

I was told I was tenacious today and a hardworker. I never feel tenacious  enough or as hardworking as people perceive me to be.

I have been seeing pictures of everyone's wonderful, adventurous summers thus far; it makes me a little sad I haven't had one. But then I remember I married a sister off, witnessed my neices third birthday, my aunt's 70th one and various things inbetween. Its the small things that have happened to me this summer that has helped me grow.

I undertook a wood working project--I am making my own captians bed (basically a platform bed with storage and drawers). The drawers are in future plans...I want to finish sanding and staining what I have finished.

I also want to make my own table desk. Different project for a different day.

I bought an old singer sewing machine and table for $25 --it needs oil but works like a charm!

I am dog sitting for the next week and a half. Going well thus far. We shall see what next week brings.

Love,
B