|More ghetto than you!|
|No longer a convenient destination.|
|A life in boxes.|
|Where once the happy sound of fiddles sang out... now silence abounds.|
|Be it ever so humble...|
|our new space|
We have one large room here which is basically unusable for anything except storage. Its got water stains on the ceiling, a huge antique couch, and art supplies from the landlady, and old furniture we won't be using stored in there. And I am going to attempt to excavate a private space out of that. Right now it is filled some of our other unnecessary stuff, and most of my instruments. But soon I will make it into my own, my unlivable and unclean-able nook of bagpipe reed making, fly tying, bookbinding, and fiddle repair. It shall become my... Man-cave!
|Its completely Boyash City across the way!|