changes...

it's blimen' freezing these days at the shed and so i am in full on nesting mode. i don't do well in tres cold weather nor do i do well in tres hot weather. which really isn't that interesting for you to know but i thought i would tell you any way.

my folks arrive from old blighty a week today and therefore, 'shifting' has been done to accommodate the extra bodies.

basically this means making my studio into another 'lounging' area, because really when it's christmas there is quite abit of 'lounging' to be done, preferable with Mr Hook in hand, in between all the festivities and gleefulness

thus, the sofa in the kitchen has done a shifty to under my studio window and my studio sewing table has done a shifty to the kitchen giving us a little extra eating corner, causing Miss Ethel to be most put out. i told her it was only for a little while but she isn't talking to me now...

as i was doing my 'change around' it occurred to me that we have been living in mossy shed near on two years and this one piece of wall, wallpapered the day after we moved in, has seen many 'a look'.

i thought it might be rather interesting,

(more interesting then my warm and cold issues above, but perhaps not as interesting as say a nice chocolate bar. an inbetweeny kind of 'interestingness' that passes the time of day)

to see just how much i have shifted things around in front of one piece of wall, since setting foot in mossy shed. and highlighting, that yes indeed i quite possibly need to get outside into the real world a bit more often...

and now it looks like this,

all ready to spend lazy holiday mornings over breakfast with my folks,

ha ha! i do live in a dream world, i can't remember the last time i had a lazy breakfast... however if i have a little area like this i am thinking it greatly heightens the chances of such an occurrence this gleeful season.

and just before you roll your eyes to the heavens dearest readers and exclaim,

"darn that Tif and her spickity span shed"

let me tell you dearest readers,

not two hours later and my lovely little space had been hijacked

she is thinking perhaps the chickie peas are trying to tell her something ~ Tif