DS (20) has left home. Here he is, making tea in his new kitchen (he's got a room in a shared house).
He was a bit worried about what would happen to his bedroom at home. He expressed concerns that I might rent it out. The foolish child. There could be only one possible purpose for the new room that's suddenly appeared in our flat. .
Yarn. Organised by weight, no less, in lovely plastic crates. Some shelves are going to go up on that blank wall, for all my patterns and knitting books. The dining chair will be replaced with something less severe, eventually. And a standing lamp will be ushered in. It is, of course, a Knitting Room.
Also note: curtains to keep the sunlight off the silk top I'm knitting and a double bed which is going to be absolutely perfect for blocking. No more projects pinned to the living room floor, yay!