So, Gentle Readers, it really is time for me to get my merda together and get back into some semblance of a routine. The house looks like a bomb has hit it, there's nothing in the fridge, there's clean washing all over the house, there's dust all over the floors, there are piles of stuff to go to the charity shop, magazines and books to go to the library and the only clean thing is my bathroom, because I can't stand a dirty bathroom. Where's the cleaner, now that I'm working, hmm?
Trouble is, it's all built up a bit in the first 2 months of working, and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.
Mr Golightly has been absolutely no help because he has been, and is now, in the final stages of making this, which is going to turn our pretty much unused guest bedroom into a workroom for me, until we can come up with the $40k needed to excavate our under-house space & turn that into a workroom for both of us! Then, he can help with the house. Maybe.
My lovely Ma spent some quality time in an institution known as a hospital, and I felt frustrated and angry that I couldn't just pop over to be there, like I could when I wasn't working.
Because I'm working a 9 day fortnight, I've been going to upholstery school on my off day, and then on two nights in the alternate week, and that's left me pretty much exhausted. My etsy shop is still open & I've been selling stuff, slowly, and one of my customers from 2009 has just popped up again with some custom requests, so that's got to fit into the schedule somehow...
The new job is good, but I need to stop going in at 0700 and still being there at 1645 - that's just ridiculous. I seem to be more productive in the afternoons, so maybe I should start at 10.00am? Maybe.
Last weekend I spent a fruitless afternoon trying to re-cover a piece of furniture for MGF* Kaz, and we are going back to the Hunter Valley next weekend so I can finish that off... it's a bit of a tale of woe...
No, I think I'll save it for another post. But we did have some nice morning weather:
And I had some lovely news, my good friend Clare, from Lulu Carter, is having a baby. I know she's wanted another baby for a long long time, and I'm thrilled for her. Her lovely sister, Alix, also had a baby this year, and that's adding to my guilt because I have things to send and can't get myself organised enough to send them off in the post. Gah!
Anyway, that's it. I've got to go and fold, wash, clean, sweep, dust, put away, tidy and shop. Ick. I'd rather be sewing.
Ciao!
*My Good Friend
So, Gentle Readers, the lovely and erudite Peppermint Penguin (aka AJ, aka The Thick as a Plank One) wasn't kidding when she said she was going to remind me every single day to get off my slowly shrinking butt (7 kilos since Christmas, but who's counting?) and do something about getting a job with a real upholsterer .. which is fine, but really, AJ, Sundays??? I don't know any upholsterers {and this sentence could stop right there} who work on Sundays!
Anyway, I can't do any more about it until Tuesday, when I'm free again (Monday being a School day), but I will make a list today of Upholsterers in the district, and on Tuesday I will start making calls.
Yesterday I took a couple of pictures of my nice dining room to share with you, just so you can share the joy of upholstery:
Not so nice, really. Fabric everywhere, supplies everywhere, a half-finished drop-in seat and a half-finished footstool... I need a workshop! Whilst on the way to School on Thursday morning, Miss Natalie had a brilliant idea about people with sheds... and I know one.
Mr Golightly's lovely sister Miss Cathy has what we in Australia half-jokingly call a 'granny flat'* in her backyard. It's got two rooms, a teeny tiny kitchen, a bathroom and a double carport out the front. It's got "My New Upholstery Workshop" written all over it, only she doesn't know it yet.
There's a small problem in that her Number One child and his partner are currently living in it (If you work for Warringah Council, forget you read this!), but I know they're going to move closer to lovely Miss L's work very soon, and then! Shazam! The makeover magic begins...and she has two chairs she wants recovering, so I think I could even do some kind of contra deal on the rent! Maybe. Maybe??
Anyway, I have to go & get dressed, partly because it's 0937, partly because I need coffee for my hangover, and partly because it's only 10°C/50°F and I'm freezing [read: still in pyjamas], and I've got to get on with the present for He Who Cannot be Named... so, more, later!
Ciao!
*Small dwelling detached from the main house with the locks on the outside (just kidding).
