I actually heard that song on the radio last week. You know which one I'm talking about. I can't seem to scrub it from my brain. Don't tell anyone, but I may have even danced a little in my car seat.
Well, maybe it did provide me with an "Ah-Ha" moment (Now that's a song I don't mind running around my brain) as I was holding my just finished but pre-border Quilt of Valor flimsy in my hands. I was racking my brain for a place to put this freshly ironed and starched flimsy where it wouldn't get all wrinkled when I had an epiphany...the catwalk!
It's not really a catwalk but don't tell Son #2 because it was said feature that sealed the deal for him during our house hunting spree three years ago. His comment, "I've always wanted to live in a house with a catwalk!" Sold.
It's really not a true catwalk but more like a complicated stair configuration that ends in a balcony/loft. The loft holds our home office and I am sitting there as I type. The stairs are so complicated that poor Cooper refused to go upstairs for months because he couldn't figure how to get back down.
But look at all that railing! I have 9 bays that could hold quilts in various stages of finish if I were so inclined. This could be dangerous. I'm going to have to work hard to keep my WIPs under control now that I have discovered this great way to store them unwrinkled.
Yes, I am a bit embarrassed that it took me so long to come up with this rather obvious solution.
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