We're finally finished the wee shed and even made it a little deck. Pam nearly jumped off the top deck when she put up the last row of siding. Yahoo! The upstairs is done. The orange house renovations are coming to an end and we are a week closer to starting our gallery!
Our studio is at the back of our house and to get to the washroom, you have to walk through our kitchen and living room. Sometimes we don't feel that the house is quite tidy enough for unfamiliar eyes and when asked if we have a toilet, we on occasion, say we don't!
We can tell who won last nights game of 
In Newfoundland, people take time to do things. The make homemade breads and jams and pickles and socks. They share them with their neighbours and friends. They are artists. 
I love this place I call home. It sometimes feels as if I am in a quirky stage production and I am the only one who doesn't know their lines. I am amazed to be able to look out my window and see fishermen just a stones throw away, catching their dinner. I am inspired by the winds that change the environment around me so many times each day. It is a safe place. The neighbours know who everyone is, and if something out of the ordinary happens, it will surely have been documented. 
My Grandma Beatrice was one of my best friends growing up. She taught me how to sew and make buttons and crochet and knit. She taught me how to laugh. She was a bit on the eccentric side and had a lot of funny ideas about things, but she lived her own life and didn't really care what other people thought. She is a part of me.
This is a custom order we did for a client who loves their cats as much as we love ours. It is lovely how much people love their pets. I used to be embarrassed that we had so many cats (and dog), but now I think it is neat. They are all happy and cared for and healthy (most of the time). Forrest and Fat Aunt Sylvia have made a suggestion box and have requested more linens in their hotel rooms and afternoon snacks. You can't please everyone all of the time, but you can try.
We've been working non-stop on the orange house. Pam has the roof deck over the sun room done and now we've got to finish the siding and do a bit of scraping and painting. Then, on to the sun room and we're done! I wish I could help more, I am the caulker and fetcher. (Wasn't that a T.V. show?)
I like watching people in the studio. There are two types of people. The first kind buy whatever they like, because they like it. They don't care about shape, colour, size or anything else. If they love it, they love it and they will find somewhere to squish it in their house.
After a wild night of monkey business, Miroslav, Roberto and BooBoo have finally crashed.
Today a visitor asked with some concern whether or not sitting on the fish chair would leave a fish shaped impression on ones bottom. I said I wasn't sure, but I would find out. At least I now have plans for tomorrow.
We enjoyed our morning coffee in the new gallery/studio. I have become quite fond of the Tyvek building paper covering the foundation. Pam is thinking that perhaps, it would be practical to have walls and a roof....especially during the winter months. After some thought, I had to agree, but for now, I will enjoy my roomless foundation with a view.
7:22 am. KNOCK! KNOCK! HONK! HONK!
Gudmorgon. Lolä brought us fabulous treats from
BooBoo sat me down today for a chat. She is not pleased at all about being locked out of the studio and has failed to understand that she can't jump on visitor's heads from the rafters. Screaming, terrified, band-aided customers. She just giggled, like she does. I explained that we use the money that the nice people give us to buy her tins. It was surprising how quickly she changed her tune. She and Meester Willard now greet customers at the door with a little dance and a complimentary martini.
