Thursday, 16 October 2014


It's UP!  Up up uppity up!  (happydance)

It was actually properly up this time last week, but Mr Gary-the-gardener took ill and so the glazing didn't go into the french doors until Friday (when the window fitters took pity on me, and popped it in, bless them), and today Gary is back on the job and sealing around the doors and window.

So as of now we are watertight!  The guttering is ordered, Mr Andy-the-electrician will come by soon to look at getting power out there (and to check out the fault in our upstairs wiring in the house), and there's a bit of paving outside to finish off . . . and then we'll be on to insulation and OSB board, and chipboard flooring, and I'll have a workable space!

The new windows in the house are all finished too, and it's like having a whole new house.  It's warmer and quieter, there are obscured glass panels where we need them instead of where we don't, and the difference in the amount of LIGHT is astounding.  I can stand in the back garden and see clear through the house, between the guest bedroom and the landing window!  It's bizarre how much it changes a place, having the right windows and doors . . . and doors that close securely with a click, and open happily without a shove!  Oh it's so lovely!

Saturday, 4 October 2014

The Christopher Wave

When I was little, I was in the Girls Brigade (one of my Great Aunts was involved in running the local troops), and at one of the annual show thingys they sang a song which went,

"Riding along on the crest of a wave and the sun is in the sky!
All of our eyes on the distant horizon, look out for passers by!"

(which, of course, I misheard as "Christopher wave")

And that's how this weekend is feeling - on the crest of a wave - on a high, zooming along, with the slightly stomach-churning possibility of the wave breaking and crashing around us at any point.

The studio is here!  In many very heavy and unwieldy bits!  There are also a fair amount of bits of playhouse which, having been bought from a third party by the shed-building business, need a thorough soaking in wood preservative before we figure out how to put them together, and so I have been preservative-ing this afternoon when really I ought to be clearing windowsills and shifting furniture away from them because on Monday morning, the new windows are coming too!

The weather forecasters are saying that Monday will be wet and windy and cold . . .

Hubby has taken a holiday day on Monday, and our lovely gardening guy will be here too, hopefully getting the studio mostly up (I've been lobbying for Hubby to work from home on Tuesday just in case he needs to take 5 minutes to help with any heavy lifting to get it finished off), and I've bought one pack of polystyrene insulating boards and one pack of lovely-smelling sheeps' wool eco-friendly insulation stuff so I can start figuring out what the next steps will be.

So by this time next week, the house will look different, the rooms will be brighter (and hopefully warmer), and sitting quietly in the garden there will be a space just waiting for me to fill it up with creativity.  The thought of it makes my heart sing, and if we get the words wrong, my heart and I don't give a stuff!