Sunday, December 13, 2015
My version of Sunday Selections
I want a conservatory at the front of the house but I really really want an attic NOW. Is this the most fantastic attic conversion ever? Of course I would have some trouble getting up the stairs but what are Stairmasters for. On the other hand I could just steeple the roof over the sewing room to match the conservatory and then I wouldn't need stairs. I wouldn't worry about the shoe racks not with my crummy collection of decrepit foot ware but it would just mean shelves for my frock fabric that I haven't cut out yet and my mohair rugs and doona covers. I'm one short at the moment, I haven't had it long, bought it because the price was right and it had flowers and nothing else did but gah, it's so depressing to sleep under. I spent an hour during another watching of Lord of the Rings to unpick the lot much to the disgust of the cat who hates Orcs and likes to sit on my knee if Orcs are around. I might not be able to sleep under it but it will make a nice house dress which won't show the dropped chocolate bits off the Magnums. The bottom half, kind of Khaki, that's depressing but it will end up as the back of a quilt some time this Millenium.
Now shoes are beginning to become a problem with the arthritic feet and scrunching bones and most of the fluid building on top of my feet. I grabbed a cheap pair of sneakers at KMart which felt soft enough but the Chinese version of size 11 is 10 so I really needed a 12 and I should have gone over to the mens shoes, better for the width. Even with two shoe horns I nearly broke both feet trying to get them on. What did I expect for $8, well not much so I had a think as Pooh did when he got his head caught in the hunny jar and came up with something brilliant. I cut the tongue and half the front out of the sneaker, nicely rounded off just before the beginning of the toes and the end of the fat fluid part of the busted foot. Then I put the laces back through the holes, nice laces, black with little white spots, cute. They went on like a dream, laced up with too much skin showing, a bit like putting a corset on and trying to get a waist out of a Blue Whale. But I walked to the shop for coffee and comfortable and didn't fall off but plain. I am planning on sticking little flat pearls around the cut edges to look more elegant, less cheap but still like the fat hippo ballerinas from Fantasia. I'll just have to try harder from the waist up.
And with all this dreaming of divine attics and space for frocks and stuff, I haven't started Christmas thinking or cards and I've already eaten Christmas Day's mince pies. Haven't started the Christmas brooch tree, third year running so another Millenium project but at least I'll have room for it in the Attic. Do you think I could get away with decorating a large white cat in a Christmas fashion?