What a beautiful sight on the back porch I came home to. And I bet it was one of the UPS guy’s easiest deliveries.
Sometime between the last Open House and last week, I decided that I wasn’t going to move all the stuff out of my studio into the house and back again, for the Open House, without a Hand Truck.
And why I never thought of getting one before, I can’t say. But with it, the prospect of making my studio into a gallery is so much less daunting.
I never would have imagined a Hand Truck could bring me such joy.