Regular readers will have heard me bleat on about the terrible state of our house many a time.
We moved in in September 2012, to a house with no central heating, no shower, no dishwasher (the thing I miss the most!), dodgy wiring that means we fuse the whole house if we turn on the light in the sitting room, and a dark, dark kitchen.
Of course, we planned to renovate it ASAP, but what with the structural surveys, planning permission (denied, new plans needed), builder’s quotes, choosing a builder and our chosen builder being exceedingly busy – 14 months have passed since that day.
But our builder came round on Monday morning and – all of a sudden – work is starting next week. Next week! Eeeeep.
So I’m in a flurry of packing, sorting and organising this week. We need to move out, to my Mum’s, while the work takes place and empty the house as much as possible in preparation.
This morning, I’ve been wandering round taking photos of all the items we want to get rid of, planning what we’ll put in the attic and what we’ll take with us to my Mum’s.
The clothes / books part is easy. (Winter clothes only, all books to attic.) But then I got into my craft room and indecision struck.
That gorgeous kilner jar of buttons. Will I need that? Probably not, but, then again, what if I want to make something in the next two months that needs a button?
My plastic bag of scrap fabrics. Well, that should go to the attic, surely. But… …then again, there are probably mice in the attic. And what if I just took my fabric scraps and only made things from that.? Hmmmm…
And don’t even get me started thinking about my wool offcuts…
My knitting and sewing books. Okay, this one is easy, actually, I don’t look at them very often. They can definitely go to the attic.
But what about my work in progress box?! Some things in this have been in progress for about two years, surely I won’t decide to finish them now? But, perhaps I should just take it with me and get them sorted out and not start on a new project for a while.
What? Not start a new project for two months?!
Arrrggghhhhh. I think and I’ll go organise my clothes one more time instead.