The ice man cometh

With no real end to the nasty cold expected anytime soon, and the propane barrel in limbo somewhere, I have done more work on furnishings.


My dad found an old oval frame, and it had potential. With some new glass and oil, looks like a million.


Also a neat old tray that I've hauled around for the last few years is finally going to have a home.

More as I can write it.