Back to Work

Doing a blog.  It sounded like the wave of the future... at the very least it sounded like a good idea after that bottle of wine last spring.  But our collective short-term memory, or lack thereof, got in the way... add a dose of what-the-hel-l-l were we thinking... and drinking... and summer is over and really, we must get back to work.

Gretchen's inviting neighborhood workshop and curbside garden.

Trash picked containers and old pots match the eclectic mix of cuttings that took off this summer.  Don't ask us what any of the plants are called.

Gretchen's workshop mailbox, what would you say is her address?

The gas bill still finds its way.

Stepping inside, there are walls of good stuff to inspire and use on the multitude of projects going on at one time.

"You are what you play"  - Ovid


Gretchen's booty.

Rolls of trim and ribbon lace the ceiling. What is Santa doing in our workshop?

He should get his own place.

The holidays are coming!