Hmmm

My mind isn't cold and bare, in fact it's got all sorts of pictures going on in it, but here's a problem: where do I hang the damned things in our new house? THERE ARE NO HOOKS! And moreover, I'm not allowed to put up any hooks (or at least, not without incurring a huge replastering and repainting bill at the end of our tenancy, which, as we'll hopefully be building a house soon is likely to be one of the points in my life when I have least money). Perhaps this says that our absentee landlord has a cold and bare mind?

I'll have to make do with creating lots of inspiring art in the studio to make up for it, and selling it for thousands of dollars, thus expediting the construction of our house!

And I quote

Two quotes for you since we're on the subject of moving house and I've been absent for a couple of weeks:

"Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home"

John Howard Payne, US actor & dramatist
(1791 - 1852)

"A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself"

Louis L'Amour, US novelist of westerns, from 'Bendigo Shafter'
(1908 - 1988)

Quotes found on The Quotations Page

Coming up for air

This evening I feel as if I've cracked our recent move: virtually all of the boxes are unpacked and although we may not know exactly which cupboard something is in, it is in its designated cupboard. If you can't find it, that's not my problem, right?

I should have remembered: the process of moving takes most of a month! First there's the packing, then the loading (in our case about 30 car's worth of boxes shifted between the two houses so that we could start off with food and crockery, computers and bedlinen, each in the right place). Then there's unpacking... and if you're me, this is a mountain that needs to be climbed as soon as possible in order to avert the depression that sets in almost immediately when I'm confronted with a large pile of boxes. I think I was some sort of cat in a former life as I seem to need to turn around several times and get everything right before I can settle down. Things aren't entirely perfect, but they're pretty good. All the stuff that belongs in my studio is actually in the studio, and in the world outside I have my computer set up properly and connected to a printer, the washing machine is plumbed in and there is no longer a mountain of unwashed clothes and sheets hanging around the floor of the laundry, my clothes are all in the wardrobe and the wine cellar is unpacked.

Now I am very, very tired.

Happiness is...

Having a pool party to say farewell to our swimming pool! We'll be moving closer to the beach so the plan is to have fun at the seaside instead of around the pool.



Now why didn't I photograph a champagne flute? I drank lots of champagne at the party...

On the move

A brief post to say that we're in the middle of moving house. You know the scenario: lots of boxes waiting to be filled, and a looming deadline with the packers coming to take some of our stuff off to storage on Friday and then returning on Monday to move our furniture into our new rented house. In the middle of all the fun our phone lines will be transferred... now this should mean little interruption, but who knows? I started to say that of course there'll be problems but I decided I sounded too pessimistic and I'm trying to be positive, aren't I? So I'll simply say that I may not be able to post much for a week or so, depending on how things turn out. That's fair, isn't it?

Meanwhile I'm looking forward to moving my creative stuff into a nice, light room at the new place, with a sink and my very own toilet! My printing press will live in the garage which is only on the other side of the wall from my 'studio', and this arrangement will give me room to make things.

Talk to you soooooon....