Blessed Are the Needleworkers

I took today off work to meet with BF, the realtor and the home inspector for the inspection of the house that we're buying. I did some stitching in the morning before we went over (and before making potato gnocchi to go with tonight's dinner of leftover beef stew). I worked on this:

This view is from the family room into the kitchen. I sat on the floor and stitched on Meadow Hills in the sunlight while the men fussed around in the basement with radon detectors and CO2 gauges and whatnot.

And this is the house. I discovered that one of the bedrooms has a wonderful walk-in closet with its own window--perfect for storing all kinds of crafts and needlework and fabrics and yet being able to see what I'm looking for. My sewing/stitching room is the two windows over the garage.