Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Return of the Living Room

Only sixteen boxes of heavy books...

Loading up the bookcases...

Somehow, I always have leftover books...

All of the broken down boxes need to get shelved...

My beautiful plate rack gets stored safely...

Fluffing up the knick knacks...

And, soon Marcello will have car company...

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