At the moment this blog seems to be simply a scrapbook, a journal in which to collect moments. We're between.
Between terms (it's half term next week and Joe's home with me). I'm hoping for dry weather.
Between homes: we move into the new place in three weeks. We have a half-fitted kitchen, an as-yet-to-be fitted bathroom and lots of painting to do. Still.
I'm between projects. The Huge Order is fulfilled but there are commissions to do for Christmas and I need to completely redo my website (I'm thinking Squarespace). Unfortunately any (rare) Joe-free time is spent at the new house, so work is having to wait until we're moved.
There's no denying that thoughts are turning to Christmas. We're enjoying autumn first though - Halloween next weekend and Bonfire Night soon. But is it too early to be eating marzipan and cashew nuts? Because if it is... Oops.
I like Halloween (or, perhaps more appropriately, All Hallows Eve). Not so much the orange plastic everywhere and teenagers pestering at the front door, but the notion of the veil between worlds being lifted. Candlelight and hot chocolate and ghost stories.
Despite writing about the Worry Cure, sleep still evades me. There's a lot going on at the moment and I'm not sure what week of the month it is, let alone day of the week. I lie awake in the small hours thinking about the new house, the fast-disappearing budget, the compromises to be made.
It will, of course, all work out. And things will slow down.
Blustery walks and pie-baking and good books are helping keep life sweet right now. Friends, too, and family. And the prospect of being homeowners again: we can put up shelves and pictures! We don't need to be petrified of marking carpets! And we'll save a lot of money each month too...
Have a wonderful week.