Since just before Christmas (see snowfall, Mr Crosby) I have been working from the kitchen. HQ has been off limits due to the white stuff.
I have been able to get in and out, just. Due to popping in and out to fill orders, pack them and bring out to post, I have created a wedge shaped dent in the snow at the door so that it opens enough for me to nip in and out.
Well due to my week away my get in and out space has shrunk due to the ice and is now a mere wriggle space. Not a problem when just popping in and out with squashy packets.
BIG problem when you try to get the sewing machine out.
Now I wouldn't have bothered even trying to get the damn thing out had I not been in an over-excited, can't wait to get at the machine and work state. Yes, I know, over eager for working, what!
The reason for this sudden urge to put needle to fabric is in fact fabric. My long awaited material has finally arrived. I had designed my own fabric last month and ordered it from USA. Never a sensible time to order anything, there are just bound to be delays – see Christmas, Mr Crosby and all that – I have been on tender hooks to see if my ideas had worked.
Well yesterday the package arrived. I was thrilled with it. So thrilled I wanted to make something RIGHT AWAY. I fairly scampered over the snow to HQ, I wriggled through the doorway and unplugged my trusty Singer and grabbed the Good Scissors. Just as I am pushing at the doors I realise that as a group we cannot get through. Leave sewing machine in HQ, throw out the scissors and wriggle out again and access the situation.
Yes there is snow, about one foot of the stuff. Unfortunately the snowy wonderland stuff is actually a dusting on top of ten inches of solid (and I mean solid) ice. I grab a spade to tackle the iceberg and can see how the Titanic had a few problems. Even the best of Dobbies garden centre is having a serious problem cutting into this new style outdoor flooring. Maybe I should start my own curling rink or Dancing on ice programme. It takes me 50 minutes to cut out a 6 inch wedge that will be enough to open the door enough for me and my machine.
Sweat off brow, much muttering, skinned hands where I forgot to wear gloves (only nipping out to get the sewing machine remember!) and a rip in the jeans (is this trendy for 2010, am I on fashion at last) when I missed the ice completely and fell over.
At last I am in there, then I am outa there with the Singer. Slither and slide back to the house and prepare to sew. Obviously there is another technical hitch here, you need to cut the fabric first, where are the Good Scissors. Oh yes, I threw them out of HQ just before embarking on the ice dig.
Back out to HQ to scan the snowy landscape for the elusive snippers. No sign of them. Start to panic and look further and further from the deck. Surely I couldn't have thrown them that far. Just as I am about to give up, burst into tears, rip hair out etc, I find them, I have been standing on them all the time I was digging into the bloody ice. Now they are welded into the snow/ice combo. Yeughhhh, get spade again and chisel out the scissors.
Back at house, warm up frozen hands on Aga and get the kettle on before putting scissors into action on the fabric. Bliss, fabric, scissors, sewing machine – team work. We are all at one. May have taken a tad longer than I anticipated, but at last I am playing with my fabric, my own design fabric. I am SO excited.
Can't wait to show you my new designs. Watch this space…
ps photo of the very old Singer that is a garden ornament outside HQ, not the onne I use!