Yesterday was one of ‘those days’. I woke up feeling tired and grumpy and nothing I did went quite right with the exception of the ironing which frankly doesn’t count as any great achievement in my mind. However, I am more able these days to reassure myself that tomorrow will feel different, and that each tiny accomplishment is a step along the way, it’s just that some days everything just seems to unravel.
The whole barn project has been a bit like that really, one step forwards and two steps back. I hardly dare say it really but the end is almost in sight. The remedial work to the floor has been done and the floor finish itself will be laid next week. We won’t be in for Easter, but it shouldn’t be too long afterwards (no date goals any more!). I honestly can’t wait to get in and get on with a building part of our lives there, the last couple of months have been a bit stressful which is all part of a renovating project I know, but I feel am desperate to be rid of others’ involvement in the process and to reclaim our special place.
I have been busy planning our new chickens and can’t believe quite how excited I am at the prospect of having more feathery friends in our lives. I’m hoping to have half a dozen different breeds so we can enjoy a variety of eggs sizes and colours; a white Leghorn, a Wyandotte, a Gingernut Ranger and a Frizzle are all on my list which I think this officially makes me a ‘chicken fancier’! So, a weekend to build a run needs to be found alongside the completion of various other projects such as building bug hotels like this one I found on Period Living’s website.
Meanwhile, The Simpson Sisters’ calendar is filling up with what promise to be some really lovely workshops and I have been practising what I preach and actually found some time to do some sewing for myself which I thoroughly enjoyed. Sometimes during a frustrating sewing session I can believe that I have unpicked more stitches than I have actually sewn which shouldn’t in theory be possible, but I remind myself in these situations that the mistakes I make are usually no more than a diversion along the way and I invariably work out a way to resolve them which is what really counts.
The tenacity and resilience I have to draw upon while sewing amongst other creative endeavours have really been put to good use during the barn’s long and slow journey to completion, but nothing worth having comes easy right?