a discussion of the morality tale that is World War Z
For the last couple of weeks, and for the next few, we are in the midst of a we-are, we-aren't, we-might-be mess of perhaps buying a house that frankly makes me wish that someone in charge would just sedate me until a final decision has been made (and ideally a decision that doesn't require me to pit four acres and a creek against a settling foundation and gappy roof joists), and it's this, along with the usual end-of-spring-semester craziness, that's calling me to craft lightly, and from my stash, and only for projects that would be useful in this house or the other one that we may or may not buy depending on whether or not we can get a couple of contractors to look at it before the closing date and, if so, how much they think repairing crawl space and roof might cost us.
So... bookmarks. Slipcover for the couch. Fabric storage bins.
And no, no, NO gluing things to the walls!