Past is Prologue

Or something like that. Well time moves and things change. When my mom became infirm and could no longer living independently, we chose to move her in with us. I enclosed a bay out in the barn for my shop and the former workroom became a commodious and comfortable bedroom. It was all on the first floor with easy movement of walkers and oxygen tubes.

After mom died in '03, the room became a place for the piano, treadmill and general catch-all. For a while it was ( to my eternal shame) a TV room!

Dig the pink woodwork?

That rather grand entertainment center stored my daughter's art supplies while she was in college. Dog beds and part of on curious golden doodle.
Next time...eviction!
Rick

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