'Tis the season to be nesting....tra la la la la, la la la laaa
Ooo there's so many many things I want to be playing about with at the moment. I have ideas and thinkings and plannings and not enough hours in the after work day. Man and I are working flat out at the minute, due to some massive understaffing issues. We've had 3 whole weekends together this year, and so time is precious. We try to get out of the house when we find we are both not working at the same time, but the window of opportunity is often so small, that we don't get far. Now I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. We are very lucky to be working, and overtime is a luxury that we reap benefits from....so we soldier on!
On Friday, man finished a nightshift, and I wasn't working until the afternoon, so we packed the babies off to school, and had a little walk into town. Man is just as eager as me to have a good charity shop rummage. I gotta love him for that. So rummage we did.
I had planned a revamp for this little madam, but actually, now she's home, I think I like her....just as she is.
We stopped by the local primary school to support the Macmillan coffee morning a friend if mine had organised....and bumped into one of my book club ladies, and had a great talk over tea and cake.....
And on the retreat home, we popped into the Vintage Shop we are lucky enough to have on a doorstep, owned by a fabulous lady called Carole, who oozes the passion she has for the bygone.
She had some lovely remnants.....
Perfect to have on hand following my sewing machine lessons!
I'm still on 'straight line' practise.....
And we could absolutely not leave this little pair behind, although the debate rages on as to where they be hung. I'm not a driller, after a terrible mishap with a wall and a candle sconce some moons ago, so I fear man will win the battle as he has the drilling upper hand. We'll see.
What a beautiful teal colour. I love it.
I've also gone into battle with my toilet roll basket!
Last night, I was pretty exhausted after a double shift, and so relented up the wooden hill to my bed, when suddenly I was thinking about my rocking chair and how I suddenly and desperately needed to paint a little ditty on it. I could not for love nor money get off to sleep for what seemed like an age. I set straight to it after work and dinner and laundry this evening.
I printed out my ditty so I had something to copy. On some wood, I've been able to lay the paper over the wood, trace the words with a sharp pencil, to then remove the paper and find the letters indented in the wood, giving a template, but the gloss in the rocker was too old and hard, and so I went free hand.
This is how man found me on his return from work tonight. Doesn't everybody create in a onesie and a hat??
A coat of protective varnish is needed now, and she's good to go. She sits at the front of our house, for when I feel like a read or a cup of tea, or a watch the world go by moment. The girls asked what I'd do if I did indeed find that someone had taken up my offer to sit a while, and a stranger was rooted in my rocker one morning. I'd hope I'd put the kettle on, but I fear I might swear instead.