My Blue Heaven

Papers have been signed in dizzying masses with fresh blood from the turnips that have come to stand in place of an income. Promises have been made, barters with the heavens have been forged and redemption has been temporarily issued. The gates of heaven await only the key. The key won't come to us until tomorrow. (Though we can go through the side gate and peer into the windows of our blue farmhouse nest.)

It has been hectic. It has not all gone as planned. Will it be worth it? Will we regret it? Will a brand new cycle of doom and fear and shit luck trail around at our heels like a determined hound from hell setting fire to a half a lifetime of hard work and wholesome dreams? I don't know all the answers.

This is what I know: This house is my idea of heaven and I can't wait to get my life settled into it.

The ultimate sign that this was the right house (besides the fact that it tied it's spiritual apron strings around my waist the minute I entered) was the discovery of the custom made spice rack. I've seen a lot of houses and these are rare finds. Three out of four houses we've bought had them. Perfect custom made spice racks. A spice rack is something I consult almost every single day and so few things in my home have the power to please me so constantly with their utility, beauty, convenience, and good design.

What's really weird to me is that I have had to temporarily resurrect the business to get this all to go through. I never officially closed it down. People have been ordering from the website even though we took the store feature down. They've been getting to the products by way of links. There's life there. And then I was realizing that maybe I'm not quite finished with it yet. Maybe with some love and using only what I already have on hand I can rebuild. Rebuild what I want to and discard the rest.

The book "A Is For Aprons" in which one of my apron patterns appears is coming out in May. I had planned on completing the instructions for one of my patterns to put up for sale when the book came out. I might still do it. I understand that I am THMR* so it would be with no expectations and almost no investment capitol which means I would produce it one at a time in a fashion I could afford to do in. My pattern work is excellent though (one of the few things I feel confident about) and I enjoy doing it. So who knows, maybe this new homestead is what I needed to clear out my head. We'll see.

Queer, isn't it?

*The Human Money Repellent. I say this with fondness now. I've embraced it and the sting is gone. Whether or not it continues to be true, it still amuses me.