Sure all the boxes got unpacked, and everything was on the shelves, but there was so little order and no place in my home was finished.
A couple months ago, I more or less ordered my bedroom and I have felt an urgency about finally settling in and organizing things since then.
I did not knit at all yesterday but for the 2 rounds while the coffee was being made. I headed straight to the study and set to work.
I worked on my swatch board. All the swatches have been piled in a storage bag, stuck between the wall and the treadmill, set aside, never looked at, unloved. They hold much meaning for me. Its a little like a map of where I have been and I missed that evidence of personal history.
I hung my clock in its permanent home, and a caricature I had done for Brian of our boys when they were young.
There is a little more to do. The lacewight yarn is out on the shelves and it looks mashed and untidy now that everything else is crisp and bright and happy. There is space in the wool room and there are some smaller empty tubs around somewhere that could be pressed into service for lace. Who knows what the day will hold.