Studio Under construction

Two of my capable nephews are building-out a new studio space for me in
a room adjacent to my kitchen.
Previously, it was where my mamma slept and then held extra storage
I called it the Room of Whoa!
because it made me say Whoa! before entering the room filled with dreck.

Now it is presently under construction.

When the ceiling was opened, we found a small ball of tatting/crochet thread
tucked in a corner
We think it was a sign from momma

A huge weight has been lifted

The fellowship I won has given me the funds to move mountains of 
both real and mental storage.

Next week, my guys are going to help move the bulk of what used to be in that room  
out of my house and out of my care.


More to come.