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For the Record…

As I was saying—-For the record, my husband is crazy. But it is the best kind of crazy you could ever hope for. At the moment, he is intent on saving us from being washed away in some very heavy rains. Noah doesn’t need to be called in for a consult by any means, but it is charming to see his sweet intensity to divert rain and gutter run-off as if Satan himself had come calling. It is late, dark and (obviously) raining. I will prep warm clothing, get dinner to the brink of serving, and ready a hardy hug. Tomorrow will hopefully be drier and his attentions will once again be directed to the true craft at which he excels:  turning old salvaged discards into useful and beautiful treasures.

A vintage cooling rack pulled from an old candy shop has been refurbished as the perfect industrial storage unit.

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