Where the magic happens

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A colorful panorama here. I cannot praise the baker’s rack enough. All of my Sweet Pea’s inventory goes right there, where I can easily find it. The tablecloth is oil-cloth from the Salvation Army. Such a great find for a buck. Oil-cloth is the best stuff on earth.
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Pouty Petunia wondering what the heck I’m doing. Doesn’t she realize by now that I don’t have a clue?
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A former supervisor moved into an old farmhouse and this enormous clock was found in the shed. She was nice enough to give it to me. I’ll pretty much accept any cool junk that comes my way.
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I had to photograph my beloved Nutri-Bullet. I can’t leave home without it. I literally schlepped that thing to Yellowstone with me. Next to it is a Bitch wine bottle lamp I made. It’s full of tampons, just for irony.
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All of my favorite things displayed on one shelf. Look! A little, pink ET. Awe!
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My all time favorite gift is in this shot. My former roomie, Thom, made me a Salad Fingers puppet with a vase full of rusty spoons and a rusty tap for Valentines Day a few years ago. Best gift ever! Now he sits on top of my fridge and whispers sweet nothings to me all day. There’s also a piece of slate from a historic building in New Orleans up on the wall.
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I had to include my t-shirt rug in at least one shot! The glass jug (aka a carboy) and the large box next to the baker’s rack are beer making equipment. Yum! The large black square in the left corner is the temporary home of my reiki table until I find a more permanent place for it. And this reminds me that I need to hang that poster up that’s sitting behind it.
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Another BananaPanorama.
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My entry-way is what I consider to be my Cassandra Quackenbush gallery. I have all of her tiny art on display there, along with a bird’s nest, and my container garden.
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All of my plants are lined up against the wall here. Hopefully, they’re getting enough sun–fingers crossed. The bench stores all of my field biology and camping gear, plus it’s nice to sit on when you take your shoes off and sing “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. It’s a beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won’t you be, my neighbor?” Now, where’s my darn sweater?

As promised, here are some photos of my kitchen. Feel free to click on them to enlarge your view. This is where all the good stuff gets made–like beer, soap, salves and such. The dining room table doubles as my sewing table and it conveniently folds up so I can actually set up my reiki table in here. There’s a lot going on in this tiny space, that’s for certain, but I’ve found it a lot easier to use compared to the enormous kitchen in the barn. For example, a batch of soap would take me over 2.5 hours to make at the barn, whereas it only takes me an hour here. Cooking and making soap became a hassle because the kitchen at the barn was complete and utter chaos. This place is set up for efficiency and I’m actually enjoying the process of making things again.

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