Transitions.

When I bought this old house back in 2005, I fell in love with the old "pantry".  

I'm sure this was where they stored all their canned goods and probably 

everything else, since there are really no closets in houses built this long ago.

For many years, I made good use of this space.  At first it was filled with rolls of 

fabric for rag rugs, and then when I changed it up after my head injury,

and started weaving clothes and towels and yardage, these shelves were full of cones of 

yarn.

I used to have to use a small step ladder to get to the top shelf.

The cupboard on the right was my "tool" and miscellaneous stash.

Not seen in the photo are the frames of two "cut outs", places I imagine

that were used to hand stuff out to the old kitchen, and the dining room.

Here's another blast from the past, back when I was weaving all those SOCKS.

These were the chair pads, that we sold as "Sweet Bottoms".

Lois was cleaning out the barn at her house, where she used to weave on an

old Weaver's Friend loom, and found a dozen of these that never made

it back to the studio.

I'm sure they will find new homes.

Back to the pantry...............I decided that it was time for a change.   I don't need the volume of

thread that I used to.  I am not weaving production anymore.   And being honest and realistic, it's time for a downstairs bathroom.   

Oh, yes, I am fully capable of going up and down stairs at present, but we know, don't we, how quickly time goes by, and how surprisingly life can change.

So if in the event, I am more comfortable NOT going up and down the stairs in this old house, I could conceivably live downstairs.

This renovation has gone on all summer, and I am very pleased with it.

It is, however, very gray.

There's  a grab bar to go on the wall yet, 

I requested a different shower head, so this is the new one that's in there now.

Today I finally decided to go buy some towels.   On the Friday of Labor Day Weekend, 

right before school starts.

Not my smartest move.

It was mobbed at Target.

But I was on a mission, so I persisted.

I was looking for a "pop" of color.

I think I found it.

If you zoom in, you might be able to see the frosted film on the 

window, with birds in it.

I am still not convinced that I will leave the window that way, even

though you can't see through it.

It looks out on the "inside porch".

That's the excitement around here.  I plan to stay home for the weekend, as I

am not a fan of crowded places, and everyone will be out and about celebrating.

One very positive thing in my life is that I have finally gotten off the drug

Metoprolol, that I took for a year and a half, during my atrial fibrillation episode.

I am not a fan of a lot of medicine, I resist taking it almost every time

it is prescribed.  I took the Metoprolol because I was so miserable with AF.

But I haven't had AF  since last October, and I finally called the cardiologist who did my ablations, and he said I could stop it.

It's been a week now, and I am amazed at how good I feel.

I can actually say that I feel more like myself than I have felt in a very long time.

So there's that.

Always a reason to be grateful.