When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get...Scrapping?

It has been snowing all day here in Petticoat Junction. Hugh and the Cub have shoveled once and I am relatively certain that their efforts were about as effective as shoveling sand from the dessert with a teaspoon. If it keeps snowing at this rate, we will have a devil of a time burrowing out tomorrow.

But, I'll think about that in the morning.

While the snow came down, I was tucked comfortably away in my scrapbooking room, making a valiant attempt at catching up on the Man-Cub's scrapbook. I can now report: I am still six years behind, but, that is slightly less behind than I was when I started.

It's progress, and, I'll take it.

I can't tell you how nice it is to be able to start on a page layout and not to have to put it all away when I run out of time to work on it; when I scrapped in my mudroom, I was forever having to do that and it slowed my progress down to a trickle.

With my new room, all I have to do when I run out of time is walk away. There is no need to clear counter space for laundry, mail,  or groceries. And, it's that much easier to just pick up where I left off when I return.

Love!

The only thing left to do in the room is to paint the farmhouse table black and white, to make it go with the décor a little better. Oh, and I do want to find a couple of smaller, four-pane windows to re-do as picture frames for the empty wall space; that will have to wait for warmer weather, when I can get out to the flea markets, again.

Speaking of warmer weather, I'm sure my feathered friends would also prefer a day of sunshine. Or, you know, a scrapbooking room where they could while away the weather instead of freezing their feathers off.

Assuming birds would enjoy scrapbooking, that is.

 

Poor birds.