…has moved BACK up to the loft. A little Punk getting into things out the back made it a necessity; I wasn’t getting anything done out there anyway.
It’s taken weeks to get everything moved up that ladder again, in snatches of time & muscle.
My space even has a resident cat – he was an outside cat but an altercation with The Sausages has seen him move indoors to sleep on crochet rugs & oversee proceedings.
I think I want to live up here now. It’s tidy, and quiet, & full of things I love.
More spaces here.