Thats a really nice way of saying that I am fed up to my eyeballs of living in a tiny house with no storage, no space, no privacy and too much wind. Things are changing. There has been more rearranging of furniture. Hitting my foot on the rockers of my rocking chair so many times has given me what google informs me is a ganglian cyst. A squishy ball of fluid on my foot. Urghhh. Thankfully we’re already booked to go to the doctor on Tuesday anyway to do the medical forms for the adoption paperwork. I can’t wait to get that done, another hurdle done (a $75 hurdle at that).
I haven’t felt crafty lately and it may be the heat but I suspect it’s mostly because my sewing desk looks like this:
It’s in danger of all being swept right into the bin in an attempt to feel less cluttered. I suspect we’ll be moving north earlier than my self-imposed April 2010 deadline. This lack of everything is driving me nuts. In an effort to try enjoy where we are now I have been thrifting a little more and scored a couple of times. The three on the left cost 80 cents, the three on the right were from the free bins.
I think my favourite find (although that tiny tales book is SO close) is these puppets.
The boy needs his strings shortened but they are in very good condition and only cost $4. I’ve been amusing myself all day playing with them. Although every time I do I think of this. I have to say it’s driving me nuts. Luckily I haven’t started to sing it…yet.