In the mornings when I let the dogs out, it really seems that fall is truly nipping at our toes. By noon, the air conditioner is cranking. We’re in that strange “in between.”
I thought I’d show you what I did yesterday with that $10 garage sale wooden ironing board I recently acquired.
In case you haven’t figured this out, it’s in the dining room.
Well, isn’t that where you’d put a wooden ironing board that has an accumulation of stuff on it that has nothing to do with dining?
Really, nothing has any relation to anything else. Other than the fact that it caught my fancy and I plopped it there. Amazing how we do that, huh?
Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it Abi & Charlie Ross? Sure it does.
I just wonder of the tales this old relic of an ironing board could tell…
