being at the cottage means hours of relaxing by the lake, taking the time to prepare farm fresh food, reading, swimming, spending time with friends and countless other wonderful things. but my mind never really shuts off. and we are 5 minutes from the most wonderful and overwhelming salvage and antique spots i've ever been to. in my mind, i am always working beautiful quirky materials into pieces for my studio. pieces for my home. pieces to sell. i took my parents to rummage through barns and packed farmhouses and fields of doors and metal and materials for 3 hours today. we bought doors. we bought old wooden legs. we bought a terracotta greek revival architectural fragment of a woman's face. amazing. but my head is spinning with all the possibilities. i want to use these beams as the most awesome counters ever! and i found a 100 year old, amazing white tongue and groove floor to ceiling bookshelf with gorgeous molding at the top taken from an old school house. 9 feet long and 8 feet tall. it would make the most perfect built-in bookshelves. i just don't have time to do it all!