It is raining and cold. After two summers in a row it is still quite a novelty. I am not complaining, I like it. I have discovered I am not a fan of hot weather, high temperatures become a bit of an ordeal after a while.
Enough of the weather..
Tonight I am hosting Stitch and Bitch and shortly I will have to fettle my tiny house which should not take long, unless I get sidetracked, which is entirely possible. In fact I think that is why I am writing this blog for the first time in six months or so. Amazing what the threat of housework can do.
I have added to my housewifely tasks by scattering winter accessories around our living space. This is because when I opened the wardrobe out in the shed (the house is too small to house all my crap) there was a distinct smell of mould from the shelved clothing within. I extracted the most likely culprit, a plastic bag full of crocheted mitts, scarves etc and liberally strewed them around the living area to air.
Now I have to find a place inside to put them..
We have lived in this house before about eight years ago, but I don’t remember having this much trouble finding space for my stuff – obviously I have a lot more stuff. Lucky we are moving then. To somewhere bigger and a lot less ramshackle as well.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love this place, built about a hundred and thirty years ago which is old for a New Zealand house, it’s cute, it has character, it’s very ramshackledness makes it weirdly comfortable. It has that atmosphere of calm that old houses often have.
But I am over the smallness of it plus it badly needs maintenance (like repiling) to keep it from sliding into dereliction, which we can’t afford. Our landlady wants to sell it – always a good reason to move. So hopefully it will find a more financial owner to love it.
Go well lovely sheltering cottage..