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Last fall I started looking for a smallish (as big as me) bookcase or china cabinet to hold finished quilts. We've had many discussions and jokes at the house about cramming "one more thing" into my sewing room, but yesterday it actually became a reality. The family who sold it were carpenters from NY, and they acquired the piece from a home they were renovating (the family gave them several pieces they didn't want anymore). It made the trip with them to NC, and they've finally decided to pass it on. I'm beyond thrilled with it, both in looks, function, and size. And as a crazy side note, I recently learned a new quilting acronym: PIG - projects in grocerybags. :) As you can see from the two machines on either side of the cabinets...I have a few of those (although some are in shoe boxes).

And last night we went outside to this sight:
This is the "little house" that Josh and I rebuilt (still waiting on the front door and to me to pain the pen), but the rooster is on top of the pen and the two hens we have left are standing beside it, staring in at the 12 biddies inside. (How's that for a run-on sentence?) It made us laugh. It was the first time any of these 3 "older ones" have gotten near the little house.

Garden-wise: sugar snaps and pole limas are coming up; already time to weed, and I'm waiting for next week to plant the remainder of April's crops.

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