Two Steps Back

From the looks of the living room, one could assume I had made no progress on the office, however, such is not the case. I emptied two shelves in the knitting closet of the office, and they now hold the Studio 500 (I'm sure that's its weight--that is one seriously heavy machine!) and the Knitten Kitten. The plan is that the shelves will all have only equipment, and the stash will slowly emerge from its many cubbies and nooks and crannies (you get the idea,) and be put where it can be worked into my many ideas for gifts this year.

I would have gotten more done, but I spent a part of the day with an ice pack on an ankle bite from what I'm sure was the spider's relatives' hit man. I'm telling you, that spider had to have his own gang--he was that self-assured as he sauntered in the back door. The Dyson is still exiled to the porch with his remains. More later--actually, more tomorrow, because it won't be much time until later is tomorrow!