Ok, so I know I have been a bit of a flake and not blogged in around a year so for this I willing drop to my knees, beg forgiveness and promptly wonder why on earth I did that because I now have sore knees.
I wanted to blog about moving house because I know it is something everyone can relate to on some level, unless they are the never leave home, live in the same house forever kind of people. Which is exactly the kind of person I wish I could be.
Firstly- How much utter rubbish can one family collect in 5 years? Don't know? Well I'll tell you. 4 car loads, 3 trailer loads and still counting... It took me several days to clear out the loft (my favourite saying of 'throw it in the loft and I'll decide what to do with it later' and then promptly forgetting about it is coming back to bite me rather hard in the behind) and I don't even want to mention my children's bedrooms!! Well O.K. maybe I do but only as a point of reference you understand, this has absolutely nothing to do with randomly complaining about my sons habit of stashing things under his bed or my other sons habit of hiding dirty socks and pants in the abyss that also doubles as the space under his bed. The scary thing is we clean this out regularly so there is no explanation for the sheer number of socks and pants that he was keeping there like a squirrel storing his nuts for winter. (I am aware of the connotations behind the similie and yes i found it funny too hence it staying in there)
Moving on to my darling girl who is the messiest creature on God's green earth and seems to leave a trail of discarded clothes in her wake no matter where she treads. Its like magic!! Erin takes a step (make swishing wand noise here) jumper appears in a crumpled heap... Erin takes another step (again with the swishing wand noise) and voila! a sock she lost a month ago and a swimming costume she couldn't find yesterday for swimming lessons inexplicably appear at her feet as though the very act of stepping conjures clothing around her. I need to find out how she does this and some how modify the spell to conjure Jimmy Choo's!!
Hmmmmm maybe a bit greedy but if you don't ask...
O.K. so you get the picture, my clean tidy house is actually a front for hidden mess in tucked away places and I have had to address this issue, which I did...
Now... I am a woman who likes to think of herself as pretty organised and most people who know me seem to have this impression that I am indeed wonder woman. I have news for you all, my blue sparkly knickers and lasso have been confiscated on grounds of misrepresentation. I am a creative being and this means that I very often hold on to things for some imagined future use, scraps of fabric, bits of wood, loo roll innards, you get the picture. Well my husband is a similar kind of creature. While he lacks the creativity he has practicality in bucket loads but this doesn't always work out and his saved tools (usually found at a boot sale or given to us by someone emptying a shed) have created a Tardis like structure in our garden. Known to the children as Dad's shed but to me as the man cave, it literally is full. I mean lie over the top of the stuff at the front to get to the stuff at the back full... I have seen my husband lie across the top of a lawn mower to reach a screw driver he left on the shelf at the back approximately a year ago and disappear into the piles of utter detritus until only his feet were visible... I promise I didn't laugh...much!
So you have the mental image, we have a seemingly normal home with clean floors and a tidy appearance but dig beneath the surface...eeeeek!
I think by now you (if you have read my blog posts of old) have the impression that I am a crafting jack of all trades, I knit, crochet, sew, decoupage, make lace, bake, preserve... the list goes on. these for me are not just hobbies they are how I live my life. If I can make something rather than buy it then that is exactly what I will do. there is one down side to this and that is the essential tools of each respective trade that I have collected over the years. My fabric stash, my decorative paper, vintage sheet music, glues, pots of glittery things, spools of cotton, reels of bias binding and ribbons, a myriad of sewing related tools and accessories all of which are essential you understand! It has taken me approximately 3 days and well in excess of 30 boxes and crates to pack my creative crafty items and I still have not finished. In my defense it is all pretty well organised as I use at least one of these things on a daily basis so keeping everything in its place has proven to be a valuable lesson I learned many years ago. There is something to be said for the squeeeeeeee noise I make when I discover some long forgotten ribbon in the back of a storage box and get mental images of all the things I could do with it, then promptly put it back in said box probably to be rediscovered when we next move house which is NEVER!!
If you are a crafter you will relate to every word I have just typed and are probably laughing and remembering a similar occasion in your own not very distant past... I salute you!
So the moral of this woeful tale is this... Learn how to magically make clothes appear and retrain said spell to a functioning 'make michael miller and riley blake fabric appear' spell and your life will never be sad again!
No seriously crafters beware the dreaded house move... It is a force to be reckoned with!
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