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A word to the wise. When you accumulate a lot of ‘stuff’ the day might come when you need to reduce the amount of ‘stuff’ you can keep and I am here to tell you that getting rid of that ‘stuff’ is no easy task.
We are going to be moving from around 300 square metres into 150 square metres and, as I have a knack of expanding into the space available to me, something (or lots of things) will have to give.
Our furniture doesn’t owe us anything. We’ve had most of it for a long time and some of it was vintage/antique when we got it so that’s not so bad. It’s the ‘stuff’ that will be the problem. My ‘workroom’ is bigger than any of the bedrooms will be in the new house and Mr. T has an industrial sewing machine and rolls of leather as well as all the usual power tools, gardening equipment, etc. but at least he will have a large garage in which to disport himself.
Selling things is time consuming and annoying and giving things away is almost as time consuming and more annoying as there are more takers but the demands on your time are just the same. We only have one or two charity type shops and, soon, they will probably ban me. Mr. T and I take turns in our different cars so that they don’t realise it’s all coming from the same place. The déchetterie (rubbish dump) is complicated and everything has to be separated into categories – I leave those visits to Mr. T.
Anyway, more on that as things progress and, just to show that I am doing things other than trying to keep the house clean and tidy in case of viewings (few and far between in the current ‘situation’) and fretting about the sheer logistics of the whole thing, these are the blocks I did for Kate’s turn in the F2F block swap.
She asked for greys with pops of colour. I didn’t have much grey so, as it was for Kate, I ordered some special Indonesian batiks in dove grey and paper pieced all three blocks as paper piecing is a great way to put everything else out of your mind while you concentrate. Plus, I am much better at paper piecing than regular piecing for some strange reason.
So here are the three I made for Kate.
Are you worried about the amount of ‘stuff’ you have and what you – or whoever has to clear out your house should you unexpectedly drop dead – will do with it all? Or are you one of those enviable people who can keep a rein on their crafting supplies, crafting outcomes, pictures, clothes, shoes, bags, collections of ———–(insert whatever it is you might collect), etc. etc. I think I’m actually going to find the downsizing process quite liberating (she says hopefully) and, in future, will never acquire anything without thinking about how easy it will be to dispose of it in the future.
For a couple of weeks now the lockdown in France has been eased considerably and, from this week, it will be further relaxed with bars and restaurants opening. Why don’t I feel like going out then? I seem to have become a voluntary recluse.
However, after I WhatsApped a photo of myself to my daughter last week and she compared me to this character, I have felt pressured to make an appointment with the hairdresser.
I think if I took a leaf out of his book and put on a beret and some sunglasses I could carry off the look for another few weeks. What do you think?
AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren’s
In snugness may compare.
from ‘A Wren’s Nest’ by William Wordsworth
Just sharing this perfect little nest of moss amongst the ivy in our lean-to shed right down the other end of the garden where we keep the lawnmower, the empty pots, saucers and garden wire.
We’ve seen the little wren hopping in and out but I don’t want to disturb her too much.
I hope it will be safe from the cats.
I took a break from sewing and felting to throw a ball for the dogs and indulge in a bit of outdoor photography for a change as there are some particularly pretty goings on in the garden at the moment. The photos are mostly in close up so you can’t see the weeds.
Rhododendron growing in a pot on the terrace.
Hundreds and hundreds of tiny yellow roses climbing up the terrace wall.
Capturing this beautiful peony before the rain spoils it.
Snowball Viburnum before it turns white.
Lilac Lilac going mad in the old chicken run
Phlox on Stone
Rhododendron again just because.
I’ve probably never appreciated my garden as much as I do at the moment as well as all the hard work Mr. Tialys has put into it over the years to make it somewhere lovely to be – weeds and all. We actually ate weeds the other day. He made a nettle and cleaver omelette served with garlic mustard leaves for lunch. I was a bit suspicious but he had some too and I’m still here and probably full of nutrients.
A bit of a change of pace for my blog today – a bit serious but, I hope a little bit informative and of interest.
Back in the day, I shared a flat with Sara. We both had full time jobs but also worked some evenings behind the bar in a local night club for a bit of extra money and some fun (mostly for the fun). We had lots of laughs and enjoyed each other’s company for a year or so before going our separate ways. I doubt we gave any thought at all to autism, if we’d even heard of it but, since then, autism has had an impact on both our lives to different extents and Sara has made it her mission to promote the understanding, acceptance, inclusion & equality of autistic people. One way she does this is in her blog ‘An Affinity With A’ and, with her permission, I wanted to share this from her recent post with you because it seemed so appropriate at this particular time.
Thanks for reading!
Some adapt to lockdown situations better than others.
As an advertising campaign said somewhere, some time
‘be more cat’
Saying not very much again on a Tuesday.
I don’t usually do book reviews, and I’m not going to do one now, reading is such a personal thing and books other people have loved, I’ve not liked at all (The Da Vinci Code anyone?).
However, I’ve just finished this well written debut novel and really enjoyed it.
So, if you fancy a bit of a thriller set in gritty Victorian London against a backdrop of the Great Exhibition of 1851 and the emergence of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, I’d recommend it.