Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I entered!! Here's what I wrote:
My house is 85 years old. It has only enough rooms for the kids and parents. No separate room for scrapping. I have to use a converted root cellar. It's damp, has VARIOUS creepy crawlies AND I get to share it with our OLD, smelly caged cat who rarely makes it to his litter box. Also the MAX "ceiling" clearance is 5'4" (luckily I am 5'3"...) I have ONLY one table. My usable space is approx 8 x 2 feet. EVERYTHING is crammed. It's an awful space but I try and remain postive. TRY being the operative word. I keep waiting for one of those Extreme Scrap-Makeover Shows to come out so I can be "rescued"...
You think it's sad enough to be consider?
All things considered, I am grateful I have a space at all. I probably should have said that.
Doesn't the cat (Schroeder) look possessed? Perhaps I should have used the red-eye thingie...