There it was staring me in the face as I turned the page of my diary.
How could I forget?
Not much time for proper work but I've been busy with bits and bobs. First a set of mugs.
Secondly: a lampshade copied-from Fredsworld. The perfect activity for me as it involves fabric, glue and no sewing (there is a clue where I got some of these pieces of fabric later in the post). It was fun to do while singing along to The Sound of Music on a wet Sunday afternoon.
The weather has been crap: fine drizzle and muggy. The weather I hate more than any.
But last Saturday was sunny and Alexei and I took ourselves off shopping to frightfully polite and respectable Tunbridge Wells for new school shoes and Pokemon figures (saved pocket money burning a hole in pocket). Of course it would have been rude not to visit the new Cath Kidston shop and take advantage the 15% discount. It was fabulous. Even Alexei liked it, especially the giant gliders and jumping frogs for £1 (very shrewd and clever merchandising on CK's part.) I bought this. Oh joy! It's the perfect Germolene pink. I love this colour.
Then as I sat in the park and Alexei rolled down the bank endlessly (grass stains galore), a perfectly ordinary looking man strolled over, told me earnestly and convincingly that a giant asteroid was going to hit the earth at 23.00 hrs and the end of the world was upon us.
(I think he'd had a big bowl of crazy for breakfast).
I am domestically disabled. You'd have thought I'd have got a bit better at all this as I've had long enough to practice.
I love working from home but the house does suffer from my poor housekeeping. I hate dust, fluff and anything sticky (blee!) but I'm terribly untidy. So is Roland. He thinks it is perfectly acceptable to leave huge power tools on the dining room table. And our house is teeny tiny so if one room is being renovated it means a lot of stuff displaced.
Examples of poor house husbandry include:
Drawers full of bin liners that don't fit the kitchen bin
A complete inability to understand curtain hooks and tracks (much scratching of head and fruitless trips to the shops)
Cupboards full of lightbulbs that don't fit any lights due to bayonet/screw confusion. Add to that a low energy bulb confusion which means sometimes I am trying to feel my way across a room that is so dimly lit that I then trip over one of the discarded powertools.
The house is spectacularly messy at the moment.
The bathroom floor is being laid (a whole year after the bathroom was started) so all the bathroom fittings are sitting in Alexei's bedroom and his new carpet will be fitted on Monday. We have dismantled his iron bedstead and he is sleeping on a mattress on the floor. It gives the impression of a rather squalid squat. Alexei likes it: "it's like camping, mum". I'll post pictures next week when we're a bit less topsy turvey.
Roland and I have been married for 10 years this month. I'm not sure what 10 years symbolises, probably something boring like . . .lightbulbs or bin liners.
10 years of happy married life.
You'd get less for murder.
P.S. Here's a close up of the pixie shelf edging. I've got some new printable canvas . . . It's fantastic to print on. A new obsession looms!