Thank you all for the wonderful offers but I think I will decline coming to organize and clean your houses as soon as mine is complete. First of all, I am not sure that I am going to live that long. Secondly, if I ever get this place under control I have all this knitting and sewing that is in the planning stage.
I sort of figure that if I get the center of the floor cleared out, it doesn’t matter if the edges of the studio have things stacked against the wall. Don’t get me wrong, we still have a ton of space up in the attic. But putting things in the attic means out of sight, out of mind. The same holds for the storage rooms downstairs which just might be next on my agenda.
The whole house is like those old pick up sticks – everything is all tumbled around, interlaced from room to room and pulling out one small little bit causes an incredible mess that extends beyond the local limit.
So what does any sensible woman do? She gets her Mole out of bed to load some furniture in the car. They drive to Mannheim with the GPS which accepts the street but not the house number. They park said car and spend the next 15 minutes tramping around on foot to find the location (at which point I realize that I don’t have a name). Oh, that last name on 67 is the same as half my friend Nana’s so it just has to be her sister.
Car moved, cabinet and night stand off loaded, we head back to Heidelberg to drop off Noah and have lunch at Red. And sit at Red for hours knitting and chatting. I managed to frog three socks and some small Miscellaneous things, knit on a couple of projects and give away a bag of wool and one of yarn.
Dinner guests rounded out a lovely day.
I owe everyone some photos …. which I can get off the camera as soon as I back up a few things to free up hard drive space!
As I woke up this morning – I had missed a few things on my list
- the shawl started on my cross Atlantic Cruise with Mole in May 2010
- the Hoxbro Shadow Jacket started in San Francisco in July
- and the Meg Swanson stranded project started in New York.