Gomer's Weekend

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 Here are a few custom pieces I did last week. If you have need of anything, let me know. I love to create custom orders.
 The roots of a family tree begin with the love of two hearts.
 We had a good number show up on Saturday and burn things, rake leaves, and pick up pecans.
 This is what I worked on all day. I followed this girl in a circle.
 These fabulous gentleman began putting up bead board in my studio. Aren't you just crazy about them. Right now it is about two thirds of the way finished. I never thought I'd see the day, y'all. So grateful.

 Craig put some drywall up in our bedroom. You never know what a great thing drywall is until you live without it for years. 
 Sidenote: This is what I am reading. So good!
 Dave helped with the ceiling and installed bunch of fence on the hay side of the house.
 Look at my drywall, y'all. It is pure magic.
 It's hard to see, but my neighbor Fritz is up in that tree putting up lights for my girls to look at out the window at night.
 Sorry his eyes are closed, but look at his awesome mustache. Hey, Fritz!
 All the boys were getting rides and getting dumped out.
 In other news, our heart daughter graduated from college! We love her and her husband so much. He lived with us and he proposed to her on the front lawn several years ago. The Lord bless you, Synda! We also had a lovely houseguest Saturday night. 

I am really thankful to everyone who came and helped here over the weekend. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. We get a little weary and your beautiful efforts encourage our soul. Thank you.
 Come caroling! We will have s'mores, cocoa, and witty banter fireside. 
Love y'all.

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