It's Friday and I am happy to report it is cold here. Not in the mid 70's any more.
I am at our old house and freezing. You can feel the air come up through the floor and walls. Shelley and I will be returning to the yellow house in a little while. Joe will join us later. Our old house is not for wimps. Of course, I wimped out and had to have another house three years ago.
This is our bar at the yellow house filled with my bits.
My bits consist of McCoy Pottery, 1960's fruit, a chalk lamb,
glassware, family tea cups and more.
The homemade vanilla, while not really dark, smells divine.
I will be baking with it now.
This bar is so large I feel compelled to fill it, with my thrifty finds,
in the middle and at the end.