The Legs Fall Off If You Move It

This is the greatest job  ever.  Look at this.  Do you know what it is?

It’s someone’s reading list, I would guess.  But whose?  Let’s look on the other side, shall we?

It’s the reading list of  Lizzie K. Miller, from September 24, 1894.  That’s EIGHTEEN NINETY-FOUR, people!  It’s a reading list from 116 years ago, when Lizzie K. Miller was in Grade 9, and it’s in my hands right now, having fallen from an old book.  Amazing.  They call this kind of stuff ephemera because it was not made to last forever.  I guess this list found a good home inside that book, though, and here it is.  Just amazing.

And, nice handwriting there, Lizzie.

The chairs finally arrived.  Thus ends two weeks of sitting on a paint bucket.  Ahhhhh…

Meanwhile, packing packing packing packing packing packing packing packing packing packing, to be followed by days of unpacking.  

I am really so excited, I can hardly stand it, waking up every day with a Christmas morning kind of feeling.  I was thinking the other day that this is really the ultimate creative endeavor, making something from nothing, and moving it from crazy idea to reality has been thrilling and hard and scary, but mostly thrilling.  I’m sure that there will be more hard and scary times to come, but I hope they are outweighed by a continued joy and thrill in my new everyday.

And, if you are within the sound of my voice, or the reach of my typing, not to put too fine a point on it, but  … I hope you will please come buy something.