Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 March 2009

In Hell.

Well the money from our remortgage to sort out our very overcrowded house had finally landed. The main implication this has for my end of Wychbury is that I will finally have a place to work as I am having my loft converted. There is no scope for a staircase in my house so I will have a space that is only accessible via a ladder and therefore should be child-free!


This cannot happen soon enough. In recent weeks I have been working on lots of stuff in preparation for Spring. I had hoped to have had the loft done in time for me to start making again in February but alas it has not come to pass!


The result of this has been a complete meltdown of all order in our home. Nothing has a place, there are heaps and piles on every surface, tiny bits of shrapnel and detritus lie everywhere from each job that I have attempted to complete in some random and innappropriate location! My memory banks are now totally full and I cannot remember where a single thing is. Yesterday I had to retrace my steps three times to remember where I had seen the hair slide I had seen, mentally noted to put in my daughter's hair and then totally forgot where it was! Making a coffee has become a major operation as things have to be moved and piled on top of one another just to make space for the kettle.


Hopefully I will have lots of optimistic things to say as the build unfolds in the coming weeks and have lots of photos of the new Wychbury Studio as it takes shape. For now though, I am fairly sure that this is what purgatory feels like.


Paula x

Tuesday, 4 March 2008

Confound it all, I love it though!

After reading Black Lily Pie's post of yesterday http://blacklilypie.blogspot.com/ I got to wondering. Why do we do this to ourselves?

Working from home is one of the most difficult things I have ever attempted. I post on Esty forums with one hand, wash up with the other and hold the phone between ear and shoulder at the same time. I have toys on my work table and find my sewing machine bobbins in the toybox, there is printing ink on my carpet and paintbrushes on my draining board. I dash to the post office on the way to school and my laptop will no doubt pack up soon from either being next to the cooker or full of food, juice or crayons!

Seriously, I must love what I do mustn't I? Either that or I have a cog off somewhere!

Paula xxx