stretch my heart to heal some more

Hey, it's tuesday. No yarn to present itself. The camera needs a battery charge. But never fear, I do have a finished object for show and tell.

Behold, the front hall closet of an unrenovated 1970's era ranch style home (floor trim having never existed in this place to my knowledge).


Note there is no light in said closet. This will soon be remedied with some electrician calling action.
Enjoy the view of particle board shelves and wooden hanging rods! Fear the exposed live wires of the ancient doorbell! Notice the cobwebs in the corners and the wear and tear on 1980's butter-yellow (yet lead free!) paint!

Then breathe a sigh of relief with me as we enjoy the paint that is so fearsome, I dare not speak its name.
No, I said I dare not speak it.
I heart twizzlers. And wire shelving. What do I plan to do with all this increased space?
Why, it's the perfect home for the bundt cake pans. Yes, the Bundt Cake Pans. Say it with me folks, in the creepy tone a la Eric Foreman discussing panties. BUNDT CAKE PANS!

Ahem. Moving that stuff in now. And trust in the knowledge hubs has obtained plastic coverage for exposed doorbell wiring.
Also, I'm in love with the trim.

Ignore the sweeping that needs to occur.

Knitting? OH RIGHT, yes I do that still. See?

Note the "swatch" has grown a bit. Those other colors? ...They're... other.. swatches. Attached to it. Yes that's it. What, me start another project? No wai! I still have Starsky's monstrous acreage of a back to finish. See it hanging out back there? Next to the kirby wands and on top of all the books I am so totally not reading?

And lest I forget, today is Halloween... thus marking the one year anniversary of us bringing home the Zoester.
And her favorite place is still on hub's lap.