Watch out, photo heavy and not entirely fascinating, but the strap line of this blog does mention tales of domesticity....
For reasons numerous, I didn't have a workshop to prepare for this week, so I commuted my Thursday off to Wednesday. I did, as promised, have a long chat with myself about the motivation required to get a grip of the putting away part of the card marathon. It's like the post-retreat ennui, you know; unpacking is a terrible bore dahling. But look at the state of it, so I took this photo at 9.52 yesterday. And I got stuck in. I cleared the baskets and put away systematically, and then started the cards....the unused card kits had to be broken down and put away in parts for future use. The cupboard was a mess from being practically emptied in the preparation stages! But by 11.20 I'd finished the breakdown and the putting away and my card cupboard looks better for it, huh! Things were looking up, the floor cleared, baskets emptied and card stock sorted. At twenty past eleven I abandoned the work desk and went upstairs to change. That turned into a quick round of domestic chores before leaving the house. I hung out washing. A day off can't be all glamour, after all. It improved.
By one o,clock I was firmly seated opposite chums for lunch at a pub. Fifi Trixiebelle Le Beau on the left is a friend made through workshops and the Incredible Prepared Woman on the right used to manage the Post Office shop in Salisbury, where I did a few workshops too.
We had a lovely lunch, although Fifi and I were a bit astonished at Incredible Prepared Woman's incredible preparedness - she knew what was for supper and had all the ingredients ready for when she got home.She makes her own pasta. She has mostly got Christmas under control. She had remembered photos to show us her gorgeous and neat as a pin new garden. Me and Fifi..well, what can you do - we ordered pudding.
My afternoon was rounded off with a grand prix around Tesco. I'm not going to show you the photo of my car boot full of shopping - it's the sort of repetitive horror that none of us need but we all go through. So instead, as I have to admit to not quite getting round to the stamp cleaning (sorry Ally!), I'll show you the progress made in the workroom...am loving the floor space again! But I accept - it's only progress!