a great tidy up
From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for the lovely words you shared yesterday. After posting last night’s lament, I fretted to Abby – oh dear, maybe I’ll regret having such a whinge tomorrow. But your words of friendship, encouragement, commiseration, and such practical and heart felt suggestions (Nicole, I’ve started my notebook) really, really warmed me. Whilst I love to keep Bootville a place of loveliness, it is a record of our lives and as such, not to weep when that’s all I feel like doing, means that Bootville loses an essential part of what it is. Anyways, thank you so much. You’re right – I felt much lighter this morning.
Today – we tackled the garage. A long, dark, filthy, cobwebby cave of a place. Something we have been planning to do for weeks. This was our first weekend home sans guests, so today it was. Do you know, it was really therapeutic. It was an all hands on deck effort – we are all tired, dirty and sore tonight – and by late afternoon whilst the garage looked marvellous – with loads of space for Julian to set up a dark, cobwebby workshop – the back garden was COVERED with the silly, funny, sweet things we’ve collected over the last 20 years.
Yep, 20 years. And as we dug our way through boxes and giggled, exclaimed or moaned over what we found, it struck me that no matter what position we find ourselves in at the moment, we have had a brilliant 20 years. Not every day was rosy – there’s been some truly heartbreaking ones – but when I stood there on the back steps, surveying the familiar chaos, I felt so very grateful for all that I have lived and shared with my wee family. It’s been good, it’s been full of much love and pleasure, and so shall it continue to be …
:: so much art – Little Boot and her dad – with golden faces.
:: ginger beer spiders – to match those in the garage.
:: afternoon tea break for fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies – except the regular old eating chocolate chunks melted when I added them to the warm buttery dough – and then they turned into a chocolate cookie pizza base – hm!
:: she was once taller than Abby
:: someone sneaked into the kitchen whilst we were outside …
:: such a beautifully elegant and slow moment in the day
:: omg! there’s room to SIT in the garage
:: albeit, under a long row of thrifted bike frames – it’s a boy thing.
:: Abby’s Year 4 project – a soft drink bottle rocket – with silky parachute – stuffed with foam to protect the egg that each child had to place inside – and now it’s in the tree – good one Jules!
:: packing away the must-keep bits – in this old suitcase I see my Nanny Dougall, dressing my bakelite doll Helen, car trips with Nan that went moo, Abby’s second birthday – sitting up in bed with us, wearing a blue eyore nightie, unwrapping a Madeline doll … must keep.
:: years and years of shorts – Abby loved wearing knee length shorts when she was little – I made them in all kinds of colours and fabric – whatever took her fancy – and there’s the red knitted cap I wore when I was 8 – and layers and layers of linen tableclothes, hoarded by Nanny Dougall, inked for embroidery, their edges piereced ready for crochet.
:: monkey costume, the pink quilt my Mum stitched for a dolls’ bunk bed she gave me for Christmas when I was little – it had crisp white cotton sheets, edged with the pink fabric, wee matching pillows and the little quilted coverlets – she even built the bunk. It was magic – and Hollie Hobby – I WAS a child of the ’70s, of course there’s Hollie Hobby.
:: and some for the thrift shop of course – you can’t keep everything – and I do indeed find, that passing years crystallise for me, what’s really important to keep and what I can let go – I just need to let it marinate for a few years first :-)
Nope, money is certainly tight at the moment, but we only have to look around our home – and spend a fun, exhausting, incredibly satisfying day together – to remember how much loveliness we do share.