I have decided I'm going to knit myself a new jumper - and it will be red! Not that wishy washy orangey red of British post boxes, but a rich, glowing blood red (it would look great on Ianto
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First off, I am green with envy!! Where are you that you've been blessed with rain -- pouring rain, no less, you braggart!!! I'm in the middle of the desert, and even tho it's our 'monsoon' season, so far, we've stayed very dry. For us, 'monsoon' season usually means torrential thunderstorms in the mountains to the west, followed by torrential flash flooding, since every little raindrop knows that Las Vegas was dumb enough to build great big car parks and casions right in the middle of the natural washes that should carry the flood waters safely from the mtns right down to Lake Mead and the Colorado River. So now, the landscape of the valley has these great ugly concrete scars and attached pock mark craters that are supposed to contain the water. Didn't help much about maybe ten yrs ago when we had our 'flood of the century', which very successfully wiped out over a mile of everything, including an entire caravan park
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The box room, as we call it, used to be my sister's bedroom. Since she moved our eons ago, we've piled everything in there and until a few weeks ago you couldn't get further than the doorway. It's a tiny room anyway, about 6ft by 10ft (English houses are really tiny - I live in the English midlands, Nottinghamshire). Anyway, like I said, everything got bunged in there - bags of fabric, cones of knitting machine wool, all my knitting wool, boxes of my books, piles of magazines... you name it, it's probably in there. I even found some plant pots! What they were doing in there, I don't have a clue! Clearing out the junk is going to take a while
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I don't think I'll ever complain about having to chop and stack firewood or chop up the kindling, and then haul everything from the back shed into the kitchen, and clean out the ashes and all the rest of the survival stuff I used to have to do as a kid. At least it sounds like you have a relatively small home to heat -- that damn farmhouse was massive -- the kitchen took up half of the downstairs, then there was the lounge area and two big bedrooms and the only bathroom; up stairs there was five more bedrooms, with a full attic on top of that, and a cellar that was the size of the kitchen and lounge area. Plus, there were always animals in the barn that needed feeding and care, and I'd have to break the ice from their water buckets, even tho the stables area where they were all kept in the winter was actually warmer than that house
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Now if we had a house that big, we might even have room for all our stuff! Seriously though, English houses are ridiculously small, our kitchen is hardly bigger than the box room, we have no storage space, over 30 years' worth of clutter and I can't belive 4 of us used to live here. Now there doesn't even seem room for 2. Part of the problem is our love of books - we have thousands, although the number has probably dropped by nearly 1000 since I started trying to get rid of some. Trouble is, many of them I haven't read yet and I can't read fast enough, especially as I mostly read fanfiction at the moment. Eventually we will clear out all the junk, I just need to persuade mum that some things have to go! She does not persuade easily, yet she's the one always complaining about the mess we're in...
Your mum's a hoot!!!!! My grandmother is the same way -- for her, it's a deeply rooted fear of deprivation caused by surviving the Great Depression here in the US. What's the phrase = something like
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Very likely! Unfortunately, it's not helping our predicament. Mum no longer sews at all, I,ve never been good at sewing, and we just can't keep piles of fabric that no one's going to use
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Honestly, I'm your sister. I live 3000 miles away, so I don't have to face it all the way she does. A few years ago, my mum broke her ankle badly and had to spend months in rehab -- the social services people refused to let her return to her house because it was so filled with "stuff" that she could barely move -- ironically, none of it caused her to break her ankle, she just tried to pivot on her foot, and one part moved and the other didn't
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I do often wonder what future archaeologists will make of our society! I've been interested in archaeology for a long time, so I can't help myself
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