Quite worrying that before I post I have to read the last post to work out what we’ve been doing…
I can’t actually remember Saturday terribly well. Ah yes. Big made her first purse out of the wool we’d bought on Friday, so we went down to the shop again to buy some more of a different colour. I tried to talk her through how much profit she might make dependant on price, obviously, and didn’t get very far. We dropped off a mobile phone in Mind, much to the surprise of the woman behind the till who didn’t know that they did that ๐ and Small spent 50p from his remaining not quite pound on a rather lovely little clown, who has been carted around for the last couple of days, but is now abandoned in the middle of the living room floor.
After the shopping I took them to the park, bumped into one ex-pupil and parent, as is fairly standard. Small only attacked Big once, so that has to class as a successful outing all told.
Oh, and Tim and I had a takeout and an early night, so he could go and watch the Tinsley towers being reduced to rubble.
Yesterday was more making things – we lined a purse and gave it a drawstring and Big took pictures. She’s got another ready for lining and a third on the loom – I spent hours investigating and configuring Etsy and we had a photoshoot to get pictures for an avatar and a banner. Our shop is at LiveOtherwise (as that was my username on there anyway, and you don’t get to change it when you set up a shop – tip one with Etsy, choose your username carefully when signing up!). There’s no stock there yet, but you can see our lovely banner, avatar, and read our profile and draft policies. Spent an hour or more trying to work out if we need any form of insurance if we’re selling on there, and came up with precisely no answers. Hm, sounds like a niche website looking to be drafted if only I could find the energy ๐
Rather liked some of the photos, if I can bring myself to fiddle around with the sizes I might even blog some. Suppose I could flickr them. Right, I’ve set that going.
We had a lovely family meal yesterday evening, something that is happening much more often now we have a table in a room without computers. Somehow the table in the last house (even though it was the same table) just got laden down with stuff. Being in a different room here it doesn’t seem to happen quite so much, or maybe we’re just making more of an effort.
Sadly, Small’s PS has almost given up the ghost already – it’s now playing purely in black and white. Think we’ll take it back down to the shop tomorrow, but I don’t think there was another in this price range. Do I sub him the extra couple of quid, or do I listen to days and days of screaming? Hm, difficult decision. We’ve to give the Wii back tomorrow as well, as A and family get back from holiday Weds and they’re having it this week. I was hoping we’d be on holiday as well, but I don’t seem to have the energy to organise it – the big sticking point is the cat. There is nowhere here for him to get inside if he’s out, and if he’s kept in for several days I rather think he’ll wreck the place as well as going stir crazy. So I’m not sure we are going to get away, haven’t told the kids that yet as can’t face that screaming either.
I really wanted several days in a tent, but it’s already shrunk down to three as I haven’t done nearly as much at old house as I wanted to, and at that point I’m not sure it’s worthwhile. My next holiday isn’t til Christmas though, and I’m not sure I’m going to cope with that terribly well. I don’t seem to be recovering and reviving as fast as I think I should – so much on my mind that it’s difficult to relax. If we could get the house sold (which requires emptying it), if we had some money (which requires earning it), if I could feel that there was light at the end of a tunnel somewhere (it’s been such a dark summer in so many ways).
Hm. This was not supposed to be a depressing blogpost. I’ll stop now.
how about you and offspring camp in our back garden and leave Tim at home to look after Moggy? (sorry Tim…..) I hvae a large yarn stash I’m looking at depleting and am thus open to leaving it lying around for young craft-gifted child to rummage in and take bags full away with her….
hugs and more hugs. our garden fits a tent