tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post4862811208019149224..comments2023-11-11T20:58:30.193-05:00Comments on Stop Her She's Knitting!: But I Need My Space.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17708136104704483342noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-57673271866779649272010-04-10T10:34:59.231-04:002010-04-10T10:34:59.231-04:00The bed is similar to Dutch beds around the time o...The bed is similar to Dutch beds around the time of Vermeer...I have ALWAYS wanted one...BarbeeAnnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05440056522766291669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-61338751799474794092010-04-08T03:43:09.209-04:002010-04-08T03:43:09.209-04:00Ah, if there is anybody who totally understands yo...Ah, if there is anybody who totally understands you, it's a military wife. I have beloved pieces of furniture in storage that I won't see for another three years until we are not overseas anymore. I love the picture of your dream bed. I think it's now my dream bed too. By the way, if you are interested in some great advice for making a house a home before setting up your new place, I recommend Peter Walsh's book "It's all too much".Utehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03638972633217163465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-78643165526099870092010-04-07T17:29:17.891-04:002010-04-07T17:29:17.891-04:00You could always go sit in the red chair out in yo...You could always go sit in the red chair out in your garage! Kidding. Not quite the atmosphere you're looking for, huh?<br /><br />As much as I'll miss you, let's hope your house sells soon so you can get your books, sewing supplies, etc. back within reach!lookleephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06206272726141516343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-26423296654323442932010-04-07T17:12:59.594-04:002010-04-07T17:12:59.594-04:00That chair was hand-built by an old German craftsm...That chair was hand-built by an old German craftsman named Karl Eigenmann, who was a parishioner in your grandfather's Milwaukee, WI church in the early 1950's. DWA had purchased a gorgeous red cowhide from another parishioner who was in the leather business, and Karl then constructed the wooden frame, and upholstered the chair using the red leather - it has been in the family for about sixty years. The photo of the pensive, innocent young man sitting in the chair was taken around the time of his 16th birthday.Donaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00003186471577050460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-28778414037388997802010-04-07T12:39:45.917-04:002010-04-07T12:39:45.917-04:00A home is our castle. And the places within our ho...A home is our castle. And the places within our home please us. Give us comfort. Give us rest from the outside world. Love the red chair!WhiteStonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00345496310218224780noreply@blogger.com