One reason I've been thinking about such un-monastic things as interior decorating is that I'm in the process of moving from the third floor to the second floor of the abbey. There are a variety of reasons for this transfer, but one of the best is that it has made me clear out a LOT of old clothes, books I don't read and chachkies that I never dust anyway. Monks aren't supposed to be attached to material things, so this move was as much a spiritual exercise as a practical one.
You know how you take off a pair of pants and figure you're going to wear them again tomorrow? This is the perfect space for hanging up pants, shorts or a shirt, with the seat reserved for my favorite Cardinals hat.
So what am I making next?
Maybe this . . .
Or this . . .
Or even this---I have an antique sewing machine base in storage somewhere backstage, and at least three oak desk tops.
Flea Market Flip's got nothin' on me.