There is one room in this house in which we rarely step inside. It's kept tidy for the most part. I sneak in every few weeks and feather dust it to freshen it up a bit. I never stay long. I bet it's a treasure trove of teenage angst and drama. I'd rather not find out as I am certain it would probably keep me up at night. There is also a large collection of monkeys, and their stares are a bit unnerving. Terrifying, really. However, I am enamoured by her wall of art. There are a few paintings that she has painted, but my favourite is this portrait that her best friend/boyfriend painted of her for Christmas. He absolutely adores her, and I know that he spent so much time perfecting it. I love it! She spent an equal amount of time knitting him a super long navy scarf, and he wears it every time he steps outside which is more than I can say of Mr. J who has wore the Cobblestone I knit him once in two years. They're so cute and cool and sensitive.
Happy Saturday! I'm going to hunker down and get some knitting finished. I'm excited about dinner - hummus, pitas, and fresh veggies. It's a nosh kind of night.