most of the time my sewing room functioned well enough.
it was clean and warm, so i sewed on.
every time we *did* tackle a renovation project however, there was this big pain the ass of packing away all of the stuff, sealing it all plastic boxes, moving everything to Safety, and shutting my online shop until After. when i’d spend a week monica-cleaning the entire house before i dared risk touching anything. fresh white cotton for eg.
mostly though, the last 2 years have been all about the sewing.
there was a month last year when i renovated all the sash windows (in my sewing room)
and a couple of weeks in october when we plastered and painted the bedroom.
and then a couple of weeks in january i spent painting furniture (in my sewing room) for the bedroom.
mostly though, the last 2 years have been all about the sewing, and *brainskimming* the fact that i would need to make a start on this room Really Soon.
last month, Really Soon arrived. :(
everything was packed up & shoehorned into our bedroom <– it took me a week just to move everything upstairs. seriously. *ocd woes*
and so it began.
i bitched and whined my way through the sanding & staining of the ceiling beams. all 11 of them. both sides.
i yelped and swore my way through the removal of the fireplace.
i observed my way through the fitting of wall lights and the very many glorious plug sockets (Husband task), i nagged my way through the chopping in of cables and the boxing in of pipes (Husband again), and bitched and moaned some more at having to mix plaster for the ceiling.
i coughed and sneezed my way through the rest of the plastering – but with barely any complaining. hardly at all.
yup, barely any complaining.
until the m*********ing ceiling fell down.
with just the sanding & varnishing of the floors to go.
(and the building of some fitted cupboards)
(oh, and some woodwork to paint) (and the cleaning, of course) (and the rebuilding of the furniture and unpacking and…)