Its been a stressful time of late in this wee narcoleptic's life. Specifically leaving Molly Moo with Ganny and Gampa for a week (so painful! I couldn't stop crying I missed her so much) and going back up to the hoose on the island to pack up and move out. Two weeks work to squeeze into 7 days and naturally the island put its best weather face on to make us feel worse....
I've always said its my man's house. He bought it. He had it before we met. But you know what? By the time it came to packing up I realised just how much it was MY home. He may have wielded the chequebook and final say, but almost every room was filled by me. With his work being at sea I spent more time there! I got the workies in, I oversaw the jobs. I made changes, I picked the fixtures. And yes, I
|The bedrooms (incredibly the cupboard was classed as a bedroom when he bought the house!)|
I'm gutted we never got it finished (hall stairs to do, and some pointing on the front) and I really am gutted to leave my amazing bathroom and bloomin' perfect "laundry room".
|Absolutely love these amazing rooms. (Man neglected to photograph the entire wall of custom built wardrobe in the laundry room before he filled it with boxes. Doh!)|
I'm sad to leave my cosy living room, sadder still that I have no decent photos of it! There really was no time to spare by the end of the week and that was the last room packed. Also sad to leave my wee kitchen & the dining cupboard.
|Ran out of time for a "dressed" photo of the dining room, huge pity.|
Me and the man met because I designed his kitchen. Poor soul only went to the shop to keep his mate company but he ended up with a brand new kitchen and narcoleptic girlfriend!
I actually cried, and dammit I'm at it again just typing, to leave my sewing cupboard. For such a tiny room it was a massive part of my life.
|Before and after the packing....|
The boxing up and de-cluttering (a couple o' dozen big black bags of all sorts to various charity shops and recycling centres, and god only knows how many van loads to the dump) was a nightmare. My achey body is still in bits. But we made it, just in time to get the ferry home to Moo. The house will be on the market soon, and fingers and toes crossed it sells. Meantime the house contents are in a lock up and we're with the ever wonderful Ganny and Gampa. On the house hunting side, we haven't had much time as Man is on yet more work courses, but there is one we're considering. A fair bit smaller than I'd have hoped for (no sewing cupboard!) but perfect in so many other more important (Molly) ways. No time to act on it yet, but you never know, things might work out. It'd be awffy nice if they did...
I'll sign off for now with the last quilt to go Island bound, the last commission for my (ex) builder! It was my challenge-yourself-and-use-brown quilt. I think, after Emilys awesome quilting, it came out no' bad!
|Innocent Crush by Anna Maria Horner and Moda Grunge Cocoa. Cant remember where the pattern idea came from.|