Adelaide and Papa cooked up and completed a little carpentry project this weekend.
With the legs off my great grandmother's table (for Ezra's door record table), there was a table top left in the barn, waiting for some sort of repurposed purpose. And so, a few leaves of that table made their way to her bedroom walls, where the rounded drop leaves now serve as shelves for some of her more fragile and special-to-her things. A spot to keep things up high and out of the way of the precocious feline paws and toddler fingers that visit her room so often.
And while I'm in there...a few more sights below from around her room, as it's evolved into a space that's all her own and perfectly her right now. It's the room in which you'll find more stuffed animals and horses than you can imagine (all accounted for), and if you look closely...there's always a live one in there too. It's where all the cats go...and she couldn't be more thrilled about that. My sweet girl.
