A record of an art quilter's life. The site name comes from Natalie Goldberg's phrase 'falling down the well' to describe the experience of becoming immersed in the trance of writing (or other creative activity.)
Thursday, August 26, 2010
We are in...
... but the broadband is not on. (I am not going there - you can guess that story!) And because I keep forgetting to put photos on a memory stick and bring them to work I finally decided to just to blog with stolen pictures and fill you in on mine later.
The essence of the broader picture is that the house move went pretty smoothly and we have unpacked as much as we can given that we have hardly any storeage until we go and buy it all having left all our fitted storeage behind. The only slight annoyance was that we arrived to find that the vendors had removed the one set of 'fitted' wardrobes that existed. I am not going to get annoyed and lawyerish about it because (a) they were nice people (b) they were elderly and confused when they moved - we know that becuase the male vendor rang on the day on the move to say that he was really sorry but there was a water leak. This he had discovered when giving his final water meter reading and the company spotted that it was way too high and that it could only be explained by a mains leak. We were told to check the reading again a few hours later when we got in and ring the company ourselves to sort out the repairs.
So we read the number - miles lower than the one he gave and, as it turned out, exactly what it should have been. We think he gave the gas reading to the water company...
But the other reason I am not fussing is that I planned to use that room as a dressing room and eventually - in about 18 months to get new wardrobes anway. Until then eveyone said I would find the moving woardrobes very handy. Ugly. but useable.
Right. Two of them collapsed completely in the move. So I bought some tidy rails
There is a reason that they photograph these long rails with two flimsy items of clothing on.
That is all they will hold without bending and swaying like palms in Katrina.
Having arranged five of them packed with suits on wooden hangers around the room, I started to put my shoes on the bottom rack and eneded up with two complete rails of clothes on my back as the rails collapsed.
Dennis knows his duty (and an opportunity for revenge when he sees it) and rushed for the camera. But sadly I had left it on and the battery was flat so he was unable to record my prone and covered position for your amusement.
Lets just say that renovation plans have been revised and we are going to order new wardrobes on Saturday, having persuaded the manager of a local shop to extend the sale just for me since I could not go in last weekend when it actually finished, as I was at Festival of Quilts. Which of course is a whole other blog post... for when I remember to bring photographs to work....
This is the range I have chosen. No bed in ths room just an array of storeage with mirrors positioned so that the room neatly doubles as a yoga studio and so that the view of fields and cows is doubled.