So much to do, so little time

So much for my big plan to update this blog on a regular basis. Life seems to be very hectic at the moment and I barely have time to think, let alone write anything down. I used to love putting pen to paper and clearing my mind of thoughts and ideas. I must have started a hundred novels over the years but they never actually got anywhere. I genuinely thought motherhood would allow me the freedom to spend time writing down my thoughts, how little I knew.

So, back to the purpose of the blog. The house is progressing, slowly. It amazes me how we seem to spend every weekend rushing around doing things, yet nothing seems to change. It's taken Matt two days to put up two curtain poles. We finally have the bedroom poles up but now there is a problem with the fabric order. After agnonising over the fabric material for our room, the Mackintosh pattern I bought when I commissioned my mannequin is discontinued and it took the fabric shop three weeks to find this out. Now they are grovelling and are on the hunt for someone, somewhere, who might have 8 and a half metres of the stuff to sell me. I've been nervous enough since I made the order as it's an expensive error to make. I've still got the pressure of making the curtain order itself. Pinch pleats, pencil pleats, tab tops, linings, finials, tracks, poles, the decisions are neverending. Measure, measure and re-measure is all I can do. And don't get me started on David's huge bay window, not yet anyway.

The garden is also getting there, very slowly. I spent a few days digging the borders in the front garden so the house looks respectable. Again, slow progress as I can only do it when Matt looks after David. The back garden is a huge project in itself. I've almost dug over the entire length of one boarder up to the beginning of the allotment. The previous owner planted hundreds of daffs and although they looked lovely in spring, most of them had to go. She also clearly lied about looking after the garden. Nothing has ever been planted here (apart from the bulbs of course) so the soil is heavily compacted, full of clay and of poor quality so there's not much we can do this year. The plan is turn the soil and invest in some topsoil at some point. "Little and often" is the advice my Dad gave me and he is absolutely right. I had no idea gardening was such a physical activity. It will do wonders for my upper body strength.