I should be sewing. It is December 6 and I have not even started with my holiday sewing.
I love globes. Of all sizes.
Last weekend I was down in southern California, via Amtrak. This was at the Bakersfield station. Love the way it bobs and floats on the water.
About 1 1/2 years ago, the microwave above the oven stopped working. It was built in. So we hauled out a tiny cheap microwave that we had sitting around. For weeks every time I needed to use the microwave, I would walk over to the broken one, open the door, and wonder why there was a bowl with some screws sitting inside the microwave. Oh yeah. It's broken...
The problem was that to replace it exactly, with the trim kit that fit, was an astronomical $700. Um, don't think so. So we used the old one. It worked fine.
When I came home Sunday, one of the first things I noticed was this counter by the cook top. Hey, where is the old cheap white microwave?
Something you don't see everyday.
My last name isn't Ford, but it should be.
Mark still gets his hometown newspaper from Minnesota. The other day there was an article about three sisters whose names were: Shelby, Galaxie and Fairlane. I bet their father has only ever driven Fords.
Decorations in my sewing room.