This is a red-letter day: we've lived here for five years, but not until today were we able to have a fire in the fireplace. Hooray! Let the pyromania commence! Thanks for not murdering us, guy on Craigslist!
Now to become fireplace people: we'll move the nice set of tools into the living room (and fight the grandladies for control of them), and set up places in the garage for firewood and kindling and tinder.
Then: I needed the bin they were in, so I ironed the Thanksgiving tablecloth and napkins.
YIKES. 100% cotton = major wrinkles
Speaking of being a pyro
The empty tool stand was included with the grate, so now my sewing room fireplace is a bit more legit. For now we'll just burn candles here. We can't have too many candles. Speaking of which...
After all the ironing fun I could handle, I decided to tackle this area. Hubby wants to use this desk for framing projects, but first some clearing needs to happen.
Hey, it's the water heater closet! Long time no see, old friend! Plus Little C making a face