Instead of moping about it and beating myself up that I haven't done what I had hoped, I have turned my attention to house stuff instead. I have been up and down in the loft all morning - I have a rule in my house that whenever I go from one floor to another, I have to move things. That makes my house sound very grand, but I have a downstairs (obviously), an upstairs and then I have a loft, which is accessed by a proper staircase and not a rickety dangerous loft ladder. It's marvellous and, daily, I thank the previous owners of the house for having this staircase installed. So, going back to my rule ..... if I'm going from downstairs to upstairs, I have to take the spare loo rolls, or the cleaning stuff. And if I'm coming back downstairs, I have to bring the bins for emptying. The most carrying I do is from upstairs into the loft and out again. There is too much stuff up there which hasn't seen the light of day for four years since I moved in. If I haven't needed it in four years, then it can probably go to the tip/ charity shop/ ebay.
I am in the middle of transforming my loft into a craft room - and have been given two sewing machines, which seems a little excessive, seeing as I don't know how to use one even. I have "enrol on sewing class" on another list. At the moment, I'm a little obsessive about my knitting and the craft fairs we have planned this year - two confirmed so far and one in the offing - so am spending too much time running up and down stairs with balls of wool and patterns and things I've made. So, it's into the loft with lovely things and out of the loft with bags of junk for sorting.
This is what has been occupying me today. It may be cold and gloomy inside, but my house - and more especially my loft - is full of colour.
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