This could be one of those long and winding stories if I let it, so I'm working really hard to keep it in check. Yesterday I spoke of heading into my sewing room to actually sew. Well, I became a little sidetracked, emptied the contents into the hallway and dining room so our house looked like an episode of Hoarders, and then realised I needed the services of the MOTH to help rebuild the Ikea storage I'd "unbuilt" to move everything around. And that won't be until the weekend. So in the meantime I'm kind of stuck with a disaster. It's been good though. I've reacquainted myself with "stuff" I haven't seen for ages, and realised there's even more "stuff" that's just taking up space and has worn out it's welcome. There's furniture shuffling going on. By the end of this episode just about every piece of furniture in the house will have moved position, if not room. (Did someone mention Spring cleaning?)
Anyhow, I headed to a local shopping centre to buy some plastic storage tubs. And bought a CD. I'd heard Clare Bowditch on the radio the other day talking about her new album. She was telling a story about a visit to the GP. The GP reminded Clare we are born to be happy. It struck a chord. Here at Chez Squirt Baby we've been talking for a while about how to rearrange our lives so more of the sun shines in. Of course you have to work at it - things like this don't just happen (I know that cos I've been waiting for a while now and nothing has changed).
So I bought the CD, hopped into the car. At the lights I tore furiously at the plastic sheath, triumphant when I pulled it off just before the lights changed, only to find another layer underneath. Seriously?? So I had to wait for the next set of lights before loading Clare into the CD player to listen to the happy music on the journey home. She comes across as a lovely chick, and I think I could learn a lot from her!