You know how I mentioned the other that that I was trying to buy a house? Just sort of casually dropped it into conversation without making a big deal about it? Well, I *am* buying a house. Really, truly, a whole house with upstairs and downstairs and an outside too. I have wanted a home of my own since I was a teenager, and really needed my own space for the last 10 years. I have never had my own place. Ever. I am 35. This is a big deal.
So rather than the sewing resolutions list I came up with at New Year, methinks the sewing will be things like curtains, sofa covers, more curtains (how many windows in a house?? I hate making curtains….) quilt, curtains, rug? tablecloths, cat bed (fingers crossed), etc.
None of those wild ideas about making clothes & handbags. How silly.
Even before I saw inside this house, I had started planning the decoration. And believe me when I tell you it needs decorating. There is a reason I am showing you the chimney pots only… But what could be more fun than a blank canvas? OK, so it’s a dirty beige, bad-wallpaper canvas right now, but we can sort that. It’s going to be good, people, it’s going to be good.