And shaddup it feels good to fall asleep at 10.
Then there are some new things in my life that have been both good for me and bad for my productivity. Aside from the new job, my brother-in-law had to move in with us because he lost his job. (Due to a hernia! Retail is so backwards...) Since my old sewing room was the most promising bachelor pad, I relinquished it.
My husband, though, is the most wonderful living man on earth, and he built me a new sewing room. Which was NOT easy, as I will explain in far too much detail.
I live in the nicest house I've ever seen. Its the house my husband grew up in. His father was a class-act lawyer, JAG for the Air Force, and family man who unfortunately lost his battle with lung cancer in 2007. The house became too big for my mother-in-law, as both of her sons were away at college, and I moved in with her. The death caused a shockwave through everyone, and it was suddenly very hard for all of us to let go of things. Not necessarily for sentimental reasons, but also because the breadwinner was gone. Mrs. White especially held on to things she thought might have value if she needed to use it or sell it in a pinch.
Two and a half years have passed since then. My husband and I got married, graduated college, and moved back in so Hubby could go to law school without needing to panhandle. This resulted in more stuff.
Do you know how many coffee makers you acquire when you get married? And its even worse when you get married and don't immediately end up in your own place! I think we have about 8 coffee makers in this house, and that's after returning six!
I apologize to those of you who got us coffee makers for a wedding present. We really appreciated all of them! We just don't drink coffee enough to need one in every room of the house.
There were a few rooms in the house that had become unusable. They had become storage rooms, which turned into "I don't know where this is supposed to go so I'll just throw it in this room" to "I can only open this door halfway but I can't walk into the room." to "I think Hoover is stuck in that room...Should we just get a new cat?"
We had also turned my brother-in-law's old bedroom into an office/Mancave for my husband, which he NEEDED. I feel sorry for people who have to encounter him during exams. He's not mean or anything, he just gets...loopy. He wont eat or sleep, and he'll study so much that he'll expell legal jargon unprompted. When hes not mumbling anything law-related, he's saying things like "I forgot of ideas..." or "My move is stuck."
So I started to tackle one of these extra rooms. It was tough, because I didn't know exactly what the family held sacred and what it could part with. Surprisingly, a lot of it was just empty cardboard boxes or bins filled with empty plastic bags. things that probably would have been useful if they had a purpose.
Two garage sales and 3 trips to the salvation army later, and we could almost touch the back wall. Then my husband finished his first year at law school, slept for two days straight, AND CLEARED THE ROOM IN A DAY. and in that SAME day, he assembled a proper desk and work space for me, neatly put away all my fabrics, reconfigured the electricity (the room had no working lights before) AND vacuumed! This was all while I was at work, and after he and his brother converted my old sweatshop into a proper bedroom.
The new sweatshop has even less air conditioning than my first one, but it three times bigger, and its more secluded. I took a tip from John B Gorrie and made a few rudementary air conditioners with fans and frozen juice concentrate, so it's liveable.
You would think I would be sewing all the time now, with this new workspace, but the fact that my husband is done with school for a few weeks has also been hindering, because he's just so much fun!
My last day off I woke up to him bringing me breakfast in bed. We saw Robin Hood, got some food, and then just played all day. We read a book together, played some vidja games, watched cartoons. Then the next day I realized the skirt I had planned to make for work had not made itself. Lazy skirt.
I think today is going to be another one of those days. I know I need to finish a dress I'm making for my sister, and two bags for people at work. I also wanted to take my nice camera to the marsh and take pictures of my beloved Florida before the oil spill destroys it.
I'm praying real hard that we dont get hit with a hurricane before this is over. Florida is an aquifer. We're a giant sponge. It could doom the entire state.
And I wanted to retire here.
Ok I'm down off my soap box. Here's some stuff I have made, er... recently.
Jacket for my little sister.
