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Patchwork

 In the last 11 years, I have moved house numerous times. 5 to be precise!
I did love the whole thought of moving house, but now I am fed up with it. I helped my sister move 3 times and my mother move once, so in total that is 9 times (only in my eyes).

My favourite place to live was the one and the only house in the last 11 years for me, it was a beautiful house on a busy street, but it was just down the road for my son's school (very handy).

We had a cellar and a gorgeous long garden, all full of mature shrubs. (as well as the normal 3 bedrooms, kitchen etc).

The one lovely thing I treated myself to and brought with me when I moved was a patchwork stained glass window for the front door. 
Now my door was a mid to dark green and had small viewing panel in it, this was just plain and fairly quite boring so I replaced it with this beauty... 
This was custom made and came all the way from America.


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