The catch...

No baking neighbors. No secret portholes or philanthropic widows.

Just your standard fishing scam. That was the catch.

Oh well. On to better things.

(Stitch Magazine, Fall 2010 - fabric organization by Kevin Kosbab of feeddog.net that I intend to copy)

We did find a real live house that won't break the bank. It's old and somewhat charming with lots of little nooks and crannies. Hopefully with any luck the application process will be quick and we'll sign a rental agreement early next week.

You know the best part? This house has a sewing room (I said that with a whisper so as not to jinx it).

The top floor is one of those quaint slanted in-the-roof kinds of floors. On one end will be our bedroom, or the other end will be a sweet little sewing/play room. I'm going to section off my sewing area with the gate we used to block off the wood stove from baby Eli. The rest of the room will be for Eli and Amos to play. It has these great little dwarf shelves and closets, which the boys love. It seems that's as close as we're going to get to magical portholes. But it'll do.

So, my mind is swimming with organization and decorating ideas.

But I do solemnly swear not to pack a thing until the following things happen:
1)I finish sewing the Christmas orders on my list.
2)We have secured the house.

Ok maybe I don't swear, but I intend.

Ok I'll try.