Charlotte Postscript:

 Here is my sewing studio with the new IKEA wall units and cutting table fully assembled within 24 hours of our return home to Savannah. 

Actually, Dick assembled the two wall units the night we got home, after doing all the driving, because I didn't feel safe driving the car in its fully loaded state.  Isn't he wonderful!

One final thought:  Walking around center city Charlotte, any building older than thirty years or short enough to see the roof without tilting back your head stands out as really unusual.  It is an urban renewal and re-imagining effort of gargantuan proportions.  We can scarcely fathom how many hundreds (thousands?) of acres of historic neighborhoods were bulldozed to make way for the city's cosmopolitan corporate magnet reincarnation. 

We wonder what treasures are buried beneath those big glass towers, and are thankful for the preservationists that saved, and resuscitated, Savannah's charming urban core. We wouldn't have it any other way.