Starting To Feel Like Home

Today, I was able to set my easel up by a wonderful window that has great light.

It is starting to feel like home.

If Only I Had Her Nose!

Growing up, I was a really big fan of Bewitched (am I dating myself)? I would spend hours dreaming that I could wiggle my nose, and my room would be clean, my homework would be done, and that really cute boy in my English class would give me a call (OK, so none of it really happened, I still dreamed). Last night I woke up wishing I was Samantha again. I dreamed I could wiggle my nose and all the moving boxes would be unpacked, the missing can opener would be found, and everything would be in place.

On my To Do list: Find where I packed my Samantha nose; if unable to locate it, I'm afraid I have a few more days of unpacking. Now, witch box is that nose packed in!?! : )