Hayley's cacti are sitting on the front porch. [It's snowing outside.]
The hat I wore last spring when it was pouring rain and all the water in salt lake city was draining into my basement, and I needed something to keep it out of my eyes while I bailed out the window well—is still somehow there—in the window well.
The dining room table is covered with paper.
The fridge is cleaned out, but contains a loaf of bread, a half-gallon of milk, and a 4 lb pan of black beans.
Just spent two hours cutting paper by italian chandelier/sconce light. [Someday I'll have a studio as magical as my grandparents' dining room.] [Someday.]