Here's a couple of things that are making me
"violently happy," as the brilliant Bjork would say.
Bunnie installed my camera shelf a couple of days ago.
I'm missing one camera {of course} to take the above pictures.
I salvaged the shelf from my alley a few months back.
The kitchen rug also makes my heart flip-flop.
It has a Native American appeal to it.
Which clearly we love. {Bryan is from the Navajo tribe.}
What's making you violently happy?
