Getting Crabby

I'm getting crabby, I can't sew in a room that's all torn up for renovations. It will all be well worth it in the long-run; but still, I can't sew in all this mess, and it's taking a toll on my temperament. I'll spend as much time as I can today taping out the trim to prepare for the wall paint, the means to an end! The ceiling is done and looks positively wonderful, I'm basking in all the lovely light. I did set up my serger on the kitchen table the other day to put an edge finish on a fleece baby blanket; it was the only uncluttered flat surface that I could get to, it wasn't ideal but it helped... a little. When I was stitching in the kitchen I gathered some much needed perspective on just how fantastic my normal sewing space truly is. It reminded me of the down-sizing plight of a friend of mine. After her husband retired they downsized homes, and likewise went her large, lovely sewing room. A few years passed, her husband wasn't satisfied with the downsizing they had done, it wasn't enough for him. They did it again, smaller yet. My friend commented : "Well, you know, I started out quilting on a card table and I guess I can go back to that arrangement again...!" Can she? Really?? Could I??? I doubt it. Once that genie's flown from the bottle I don't see how she can be shoved back inside, at least not without making that genie very claustrophobic and plenty crabby! While counting my blessings I am reminded that my non-sewing induced crabiness is, thankfully, a temporary condition!

Life is Good!
Update: For any of you who speculated that the subject of an earlier post, "Boys (!?) Will Be Boys" was Kyle, you were wrong. The "culprit" lovingly presented me with a replacement Hummel last evening. This one's been relegated to the mantel for safety. Thanks, Honey!

Renewal

We've been living in our home now for 'going-on' six years. As some of you know, we built it ourselves, and have worked on it over time in fits and starts. It still seems "new" to us because there's still so much yet to finish. Will our home truly ever be done? Is any home ever done, finished, complete? I wonder. One task on the "to do" list has been, for all these years, to paint and install moulding in the stairwell from the foyer to the basement. It's been naked, primed drywall since we moved in, which wouldn't be all that bad if we didn't have a glass door providing a glimpse at this stark, bare whiteness. Our rationale in waiting has been that we have planned all along to do the woodwork and stair-treads prior to painting the walls; over time we have been lulled into complacency. Last week my husband asked what color we were planning to paint the stairwell and did we already have the paint? I was surprised. We had the paint! It's a warm and wonderful honey-color, a tint lighter than the foyer. He asked if I thought we should just go ahead and paint the walls now, we could always turn out attention to the woodwork-to-come later on. Yes! What a difference it has made. Each trip up or down is like stepping into a warm and welcoming hug, I love it! Sometimes there isn't time or energy to do it all, but isn't it wonderful when there's just enough to shake up the status-quo?

It renews the soul!
Life is Good!