a house hunt

It seems weve been unsettled ever since the youngins moved out and we came to a conclusion last sunday night that we would look for a place that is much smaller in space and price. Its been a bit quiet around here because

ive been house hunting all week and having open inspections to boot. So the promise of the beginnings of a quilt will be a bit slower than originally stated, sorry peeps as we have begun our whirlwind packing expedition into unknown territory. Im off out the door now to view this little gem, although very, very run down. So I guess im talking diamond in the rough. Weve been driving by every day since seeing it up for rent, as you do.

  It had me at hello with the garden and even the couch potato loves the feel of the place.

behind the scenes

There is too much for me to put into words happening in the last couple of days. So ill talk about that later as nothing is written in stone yet. I will say that it involves a hunt, some boxes and a huge list.

Several weeks back when I had production aplenty these photos got sidelined. You may have noticed some masculine looking cushions in the dairy crates at market? Well... they were designed by the Mr. In my blurb at the sidebar I mention that we 'patchwork together when the mood takes him'. This was one of those times.

Something from behind the scenes.

intermission

Ive had my short intermission interstate and today will be about trying to land here at Textured Leaf.

The dread of what we had to face will soon be a distant memory as we find my brother a new house close to family. All in all things went smoothly enough, despite the exhaustive heat, now that we are out the other side and looking back.

Throughout the last week there were many opportunities to have a laugh at the stuff he just simply doesnt throw away.

 I thought it would be down to mum and I to battle through the mounds and mounds (while he was asleep mostly) but that wasnt so. We had huge help from my niece, Christie, for the whole first day and even into the night. That bumped our time frame so far forward that we were able to opshop for an entire day. It is because of her input that it will make it easy to look back on this time as, dare I say, fun? Thankyou from the depths of my heart, Christie.
You rock!

Mum and I had a chance to stay with her close friend and we were well looked after.

Two doors down still stands the original family home my uncle and aunt used to own.

If I knew there would be enough room in the van on the return trip I would have bought this although im still unsure of why it appeals to me so much.

I think it reminds me of something but cant put my finger on what.

This is a very hot, bothered, sweaty and tired but happy me, having found this haul of blankets in the one opshop, can you believe it.

Well that was my week rounded up but right now its all about washing and folding and lots of normal which suits me perfectly and a pot of chai on the stove would be even perfecter.



away

These are a couple of eskimos I managed yesterday before I head off interstate with mum for a few days to help my brother move house.

So needless to say, I wont be online for a few days.

The reality is that my brother is a hoarder. I have struggled all week with thoughts on how to approach someone who doesnt throw anything away. I feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders and people are relying on me, especially mum, who is a spritely 76, but that doesnt make her any younger. We know we have a battle on our hands.

The Mr is driving over to get us on the weekend and hopefully by then we will have everything in order and just be whittled down to a van full of items. At this point im hopeful that we can achieve the impossible in a few short days. The skip has been ordered for when we arrive so as soon as were off the plane it will be all systems go.

Like I said, im being hopeful.

there is madness afoot

I have always loved the word 'afoot'. My love of feet aside I still love this word. That has nothing to do with what is happening at my place, just thinking out loud.

Perhaps im thinking a bit louder than usual because im partaking of a glass or two of bubbly cos were celebrating our move. Yes, its really happening!

Box count is at 17 and that's just books and the Mr's shell collection.

 Oh dear. Stay with me, ummmm.... please?

I truly, deeply (refuse to admit madly) feel compelled to document this move in the enth degree. Not that its our last but hopefully it may be our second to last.

I want to be able to pick this place apart and pen my thoughts as I go about each day packing and sorting. Wait... didnt I just do that here? 

As it sit here I watch my couch potato rake, mow and light the fire out the back for a 'pre'.

If you dont have the joy of teenagers you may not be familiar with this term. It refers to pre-event drinks  that may last between one and two hours. And that is the end of my posting for now cos hes just cut himself and headed for the bathroom! Im going to look at blood....