I am running waaaaay behind. This week I had been hoping to take some beautiful photos of the cabin for a very flattering invitation from a very up-there blog, but at this point I have stripped half the planking off ready for my friend Kevin the electrician to make an honest woman of me (as far as wiring is concerned). For exactly the same reason the vaulted and planked bedroom ceiling is on hold, half done, and since I bought yet another sewing machine (this one’s a beauty!) I have been rearranging the workroom as well. Result? In this tiny house just about every room is upside down.
Do you see the old school desk on the right? That is my dressing table (it used to be Cissy’s desk, and then Felix’s, and has both their names carved in it, so I’m sentimental but it is also useful). The rattan chair? My bedroom chair. The blue trunk? Now emptied of duvets in order to hold light stands and tripods (yes, we have that many and then some).
When I was at Alameda this Sunday I called in at Euro Linens to see their lovely stuff, and while I was chatting to Dani and Lauren Dani mentioned they have Juki machines. Later that day while I was kicking my disappointing Bernina I decided to make the plunge, and we carted my new baby home on Tuesday. It is like living with a panther, so powerful, quiet and sleek! I haven’t sewn my finger yet…I hope I never do! It’s bad enough having one hand in a cast, whenever I type p I also type ., or / with the metal brace under my wrist. It truly is a wonder I haven’t turned to Drink.
I soothed my rattled sensibilities a little by taking some photos – isn’t it wonderful the way the camera gives both distance and involvement? One was of a battered old cushion cover I found in the laundry, a little worn, a little stained, and totally in the spirit of my new obsession boro. I took a photo of that but it wasn’t good (it looked awfully like a stained, worn cushion cover). Ah well, there are some things only a mother can love.
Another photo was of the pitchfork head currently sitting in the inkwell of my beloved old desk. My intention is to drill a slanting hole high in the wall and intall it so it can hold…what? Something beautiful. This plan is not yet fully formulated but is the absolute essence of what I enjoy about fiddling with the decor.
Not that I am at a loose end – for the past fortnight life has been full of strenuous activity. Is everyone else really busy?