When I said that it was a cramped little spot in the attic of our garage, I wasn’t exaggerating.
Now don’t get me wrong, Rick has made sure that I have a security system hooked up to a wide-screen TV that is my window onto the world so that I don’t have to keep coming down the stairs when I hear a “noise.”
He also set up a surround-sound stereo system so that I can rock out to whatever my heart desires.
Heck, there’s even a router set up for me to get wifi on my laptop.
The man is a prince!
But here’s the deal: I don’t have enough space.
My stock of beads is growing (more boxes have been added since this pic was taken 2 months ago) and the organization of all of them is limited.
And the creativity doesn’t exactly ooze surrounded by canning supplies and comforters.
But my prince, loving me as much as he does, is changing all that.
Because he wants to.
My prince doesn’t ride a white horse and carry a sword, he wears a carpenter’s pouch and wields a hammer.
Eat your heart out, Cinderella.