Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Insomniac  and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

Since beginning the whole process of preparing the Gothic Mansion for sale, this week - without question - has been the most difficult. This week the insomniac  tackled the real third-floor attic, where the exercise equipment and all her crafting supplies are stored. Since she has absolutely no sentimental feelings about the elliptical trainer or the stationary bike, she wasn't terribly distraught at seeing them head down the steep attic stairs and out the front door. She likes to think they've gone to a better place, i.e. the home of someone who might actually use them.

There was not the same lack of feeling, however, for the hoard of fabrics lovingly gathered over the years, the paints and brushes, leathers and furs, beads and embroidery threads, not to mention all the thrift store castoffs that had such potential for repurposing into something uniquely beautiful. Even more distressing than the elimination and packing away of these cherished items were the endless questions that kept popping unbidden into the insomniac's  head, despite her best attempts to quash them. When will she see her beloved supplies again? What if we don't find a new home before the Gothic Mansion sells and they end up in storage for years? What will she do with herself if she cannot paint or sew or bead or repurpose? And, perhaps worst of all, what on earth will she blog about if she isn't doing all those things?

A reasonably accurate likeness
of the insomniac, contentedly sewing ...

For now, everything has been packed away in large tubs and only a few small projects remain on the third floor staging table, which will also be heading down the terribly steep stairs very soon. After having made a mental list of all that needs to be completed before the Gothic Mansion goes on the market, one is very aware there will be no time for crafting. But leaving those few projects there on the table - just in case - made it a bit more bearable.

So although the insomniac  didn't collapse into a sniveling heap onto the Wilton carpets, she was saved from doing exactly that simply because there are no Wilton carpets in the attic. But her heart really wasn't into writing this week, so please enjoy this repurposed post from last summer, when the attic was still crammed full of potential craft projects, the hoard was still intact, and all was right with the world ... and marvel at the fact that 80% of that hoard has now been either re-thrifted or packed away.

Next week, the insomniac  will share an Easter recipe from her childhood years for The Professor's monthly homework assignment on Spring. And on the off-chance you've actually read the repurposed post and are curious about the current state of the attic sink - it still isn't clean. That job will be saved for the last possible second, in case there's time to squeeze in one last crafting project. No point in cleaning it twice ...

Until next time, the insomniac  wishes you nights of blissful sleep filled with pleasant dreams. Goodnight, my pretties.

IA


Post Script: It wasn't a completely terrible week though. The new towels for the Attic arrived, and they're awfully pretty. Also on the plus side, they don't weigh much and they're easy to pack. So that was nice.

38 comments:

  1. Sorry you've had such a bad week. My week has been (far) less than stellar too. May next week be better for both of us! :)

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    1. The insomniac  seconds that thought, Little Gothic Horrors! Sorry to hear your week has been lousy, too. Must be something in the alignment of the stars or the planets or something ... :o)

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  2. I hope this new week will be better! I hold my thumbs that you will find a new house in no time! ^^

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    1. Thank you, Lesthi! This post is so self-pitying it probably would have been better to not write anything at all this week. But one really does appreciate your virtual “holding of the thumbs”! :o)

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  3. Oh, I'm sorry it's been a tough week. And I understand it must be stressful not knowing where you are actually moving.

    Love the purple stairs, sewing table + stool in the repurposed post - and very pretty towels, btw :)

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    1. It's the whole not knowing thing, isn't it Ms. Misantropia? Exactly the same thing you're going through right now with Cinnamon Man. :o(

      And, oh my gosh - you actually read the repurposed post! LOL!

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  4. That sounds awful! Great sympathy for you here! I will send you virtual hugs!

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    1. Thank you, Laura. Your virtual hugs are warmly welcomed! :o)

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  5. I love this 'file photo' of you... ;)

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    1. Thank you, Anita! The insomniac  chose this photo of “herself” because it perfectly conveys the contentment she feels when sewing. And because “she” looks so sweet. Which might be a slight exaggeration ... ;o)

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  6. You had a bad week too? It must be going around. Hopefully, things will improve for you soon. Moving is always a difficult endeavor. The day will come though when this will all be behind you and you'll be able to do some serious crafting again.

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    1. You too, Nightwind? It must be how the planets are aligned this week then. Hopefully next week will improve for all of us! And really, it seems rather silly to be carrying on about having to pack the crafting supplies away when there are people far worse off in the world. Rather embarrassing, actually. :o)

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  7. I concur that the bad weeks seem to be going around. Seeing my entire life packed up in boxes is incredible depressing to me, so I absolutely hate moving. It must be even worse in a house you've lived in for decades. And it makes me semi-justify to myself not cleaning my sewing room like I said I would this weekend. :)

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    1. Oh no - you too with the bad week, Pixel Pixie? What on earth is going on?

      It's been so long since one has had to do this whole moving thing, one had forgotten how depressing it can sometimes get. So yes, do not clean your sewing room this weekend, Pixel Pixie. Instead go in there and give all those lovely fabrics a great big hug from the insomniac ... ;o)

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    2. No, it wasn't a great week for me: one of my uncles had a kidney removed and both my cats were sick. But the doctor says my uncle should be fine and the girls are okay now, so things are looking up.

      I have not cleaned the sewing room. Instead, I dug into the stash and started a new project. At least I'm keeping with my New Year's resolution to lessen the stash. :)

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    3. Oh, that just sucks! Glad to hear your uncle is going to be okay, and the kittehs are doing better, too. And hey, a new project to lessen the stash sounds much more enjoyable than cleaning the sewing room! :D

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  8. Worry not Miss Insomniac, crafting is quite ubiquitous! It's, dare I say, crafty? =) -- ohoho!

    You're quite the lady, I have little belief that you DON'T have something to blog about, or run out of things to do. I have every hope you'll find a new place, and even if it's not at all like the gothic mansion, I have all the confidence that you'll make it just as wonderful as you've made this home. You're crafty like that, too! ;)

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    1. Why, you're absolutely right - it is UBIQUITOUS! Sometimes one has a tendency to become so focused on all the little worrisome details, she can't see the forest for the trees!

      Thank you for the positive comments, Madame MM! Probably the insomniac  shouldn't have written this post last night when she was feeling miserable. Probably she should have waited until she was in a more positive mood. Because it all seems really silly at the moment. :P

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  9. Your precious tubs won't disappear into the Abyss of Moving. I promise. Been there, done that. Its odd how things resurface. And as for you not having something to write about, well perhaps the day you pop your clogs, as the Brits call it, THAT day you'll have nothing to write about.

    Wilton carpet? No, no dear lady. Axminster or nothing. *tuts*

    Ali

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    1. The day one pops her clogs - that's a brilliant expression, Ali! **writes it down in notebook for use in future blog post** ;o)

      You know, they might be Axminster. It was so long ago and of course one didn't bother to write it down, so maybe they're not Wilton. How can you tell the difference anyway? Maybe you also know where one could purchase some Axminsters, in case the new owners decide they want to keep these ones ... although maybe they'll  be able to tell the difference, and if they are Wiltons they'll want absolutely nothing to do with them! :o)

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    2. Oh don't pay any attention to me. I wouldn't know my Axminster from my Aubusson. Say, remember shag carpet? Now that I would recognize. Especially if it was lining the interior of a 1979 Ford van. We will not go into details here .......

      Ali

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    3. “Wouldn't know your Axminster from your Aubusson...” LOL!

      Unfortunately one does remember shag carpeting all too well. Had some fluorescent pink shag in the childhood bedroom - which most likely is how the aversion to bright colours started in the first place!

      The interior of a '79 van, you say? Interesting ... ;o)

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  10. I'm blaming Mercury Retrograde ... which is a great scapegoat sometimes ;) xx

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    1. That's it, Michelle! It's all the fault of the Mercury Retrograde!! So that's all over and done with on the 17th and THEN everything will be better, right? :D

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    2. Michelle beat me to it! It's totally Mercury Retrograde! Bring on the 17th! :)

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    3. Let's all raise our virtual wineglasses to the 17th!

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  11. My week has sucked too. Just think, when you unpack your boxes it'll be like a reunion.

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    1. Might be time to break out the Seagram's wine coolers and the cotton candy! :P

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  12. Imagined having to pack up all of my stash, and my heart hurt :( Hope you get a chance to unpack yours really, really soon in a super-cool new studio <3

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    1. Awwww thanks, Heather! But after what you've been through the past few weeks, it does put into perspective how unimportant having to pack up the stash really is. But still, thank you! ♥

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  13. jeeze, I only just came across your blog, (and I have read almost all your incredible and interesting posts), and just loved your home only so recently, only to find out that your having to do a major upheaval after so many years in the same lovely home! I cannot imagine what you are going through, but wish you only the very best for yourself and your family for the future and for your forthcoming new home, which I know you will make into something special <3

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    1. Wow, you've read almost all the posts? That was quite the undertaking, blackhrtgurl! LOL

      Thank you for your kind wishes on our finding a new home! Tomorrow we're going driving in the country, with the hope of stumbling across a little ramshackle cottage, or maybe a derelict farmhouse in need of some tender loving care. And should we be lucky enough to find such a treasure, hopefully it's for sale! :o)

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  14. yes well, it wasn't such an undertaking. more a most interesting read indeed! good luck with your drive tomorrow on the search for a new home <3

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  15. I can only imagine how hard it is to part with all your supplies and collected things. I woul weep in weeks if I had to do the same, yet I know that the time will come for me as well in the future. My grandmother had the same basket as the lady in the photo, but a little lower, were she stored her sewing supplies of the things she was working on for the moment. I used to empty it to tuck in grandfathers kitten in it and pretend it was a baby. I must have been very violent at the poor kitty because even when he was 19 year old he hated the sight of me, I was never forgiven.

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    1. The Alabama Chanin book and the fingerless gloves were not packed away, Linnea-Maria - those plus a bit of the Nevermore fabric for a tea cozy were left out - just in case! :o)

      The insomniac  has always wanted a sewing basket like that. Maybe some day she'll stumble across one to add to her collection! How funny that the kitty never forgave you. You'd think after 19 years he would have completely forgotten about it! LOL

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  16. I just ran into a Victorian pin board I think you will enjoy! There are lots of beautiful old houses here and interiors: http://pinterest.com/jancat326/victorian-dreams/

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    1. It's fantastic! Better write this week's blog post first before  getting immersed in this one! Thanks, Justine! :D

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