Last, last week when Rodney's timing belt blew, mr. a-go-go and I were on our way out to search for small dressers and other goodies to make the new tiny casa more like home. We are in need of shelves and book cases like crazy and mister really wants to build it all but with Rodney being the priority, everything else has been pushed onto the back burner so unpacking has been on hold.
I still have sixteen boxes of books that need a home and I have a sneaky suspicion they are all children's books. I do love my children's books and darned if it they don't act as a not-so-cheery reminder that we do not have wee kiddos. Sigh. It is difficult to part with them but sometimes I wonder what the point is if I have no one to share them with, ya know?
Aside from that moment of melancholy, there is goodness that pops up. There are glass jars full of wooden spools and vintage buttons and all sorts of other bits of happy, like silly toys and vintage kitchen gadgets and sock monkeys. All of which needs a place to call home.much more fun.