New memo to self:
Turn a house into a home:
How many different words can you think of for house or home or living accommodation? If you were asked to draw a house, what would it look like? Would it look like a square with four evenly spaced windows and a door set centrally?
If you were thinking of buying or renting are you drawn to the actual name of the address or the house name? My uncle used to live in a bungalow called Cobwebs and its front door had a stained glass image of a spider’s web, while my father-in-law named his house ‘Hardgraft’ because he bought the biggest house he could and then worked many hours to pay for it!
Here’s a list I’ve come up with and each carries a different story (it may prompt you into some poetry writing!)…
Can you think of any more?
Lord, the thorns cut deep –
barbs twisted more when corrupt
pretend to be kind.
Trauma scars fade at each hug.
Repair continues …
Apart from a spot of decorating, I’ve been patchworking a cushion – dogs and spots 🙂 I thought you’d all be much more interested in seeing a pic of this than a photograph of my cupboard under the stairs! You may recognise the block pattern formation from the patchwork chicken I made using the template over on http://grannymaudsgirl.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/chicken-run
Also, like any rummaging around in the loft, a cellar or an cupboard under the stairs, there are goodies to be found, including two sewing machines (one a Singer that is hand operated and no electric; the other is a Hereward). Here are a couple of images of the Singer:
They were pretty heavy – I had to drag one out rather than lift it – but as far as I’m aware, just need a little oil and they will be ready to use.
To celebrate the findings, I wrote a haiku 🙂
Hereward and Singer
set free from depths beneath treads:
two spring cleaned gems found!
Catch a country nymph;
net her squeals of spring laughter.
Cast away all doubt.
Copyright 2014 Squarebird.
niche on pastureland meadow
between paws and purrs.
Illuminating life’s calm
Survival and pulse.
Trailing a tasty snare,
Hovering after dusk
Eerie hoots arrest. The gamer,
On strategic game quests,
Whittles away hours in virtual space,
Luring Hedwig to her master.