Hi kids! Like my new digs? I'm finally taking my hobo lifestyle to the road. A bed, a kitchenette, zero closet space...right. I am just kidding. This magnificent, if precarious gypsy wagon actually belongs to a Barterfair organizer, obviously more advanced in...carpentry.
I may be only make-believing, but man, it would be sweet to roll up to the campgrounds of 101 in this little camper. In the days when of the picture of an RV has replaced the once ubiquitous tent triangle as the sign for "campground", it'd be rather fun to shock and delight the retirees with this bad boy. I guess I'll stick with our tent though.
So no, we're not living in yet another funky, if fun situation, we're finally HOME! After three months. I can't believe we made it. I mean, we had the loveliest of temporary arrangements, but being a hobo can be a little though when you're still trying to lead a "normal" life.
Or, as the case has been for us lately, a super-normal life, meaning that we've conquered things that were in not in the cards mere months before; skill-share, new shop, new jobs, renovating...
Don't worry, our home will not retain this minimalistic look for long. We're taking moving in slow, partly because we want to inspect everything for mold-contamination and partly because we need to build bookshelves to house our impressive and overpowering collection.
But there have been a couple of stress inducing snafus along the way. Like the fact that C. had to get sinus surgery and can't lift anything heavy for two weeks.
But no matter, a house without stuff, just messes of boxes and things that don't fit anywhere, is still home when your loved one's are in it.
I'm discovering that my coping strategy with things is that I only focus on the task at hand, completely ignoring what I have to do tomorrow, or next week. Sometimes this backfires as lack of planning, but mostly it has ensured my relatively sane survival over the last couple of months.
An outfit shot!
top:I don't know where I got it
dress: clothes swap
vest: local consaignment
sandals: free from The Dump
necklace: a gift from Nicole
First we focused on painting and cleaning the house, then opening the shop, then C.'s surgery and now I'm going to try to ready my garden before I go to California, then move enough stuff out of the guest house so that Mali can move in and then worry about the rest later. I recommend this approach to anyone who feels bogged down.
I guess I should make stuff for the shop for Labor Day Weekend too.
One of the things I've been surprisingly slow to discover about myself is that I have almost no tolerance for stress. As I recently have been telling friends and C., my problem is that I would rather be reading. No really, almost everything, even things I love doing stresses me out, because ideally I would just get up, do what I need to do to get food on the table and then read. I guess I'm not a very dynamic person. Of course there are tons of things I enjoy just as much as reading; trips, mushrooming, hanging out with friends, learning new things, crafting, but in spite the enjoyment, these things stress me out. Reading does not.
But like I said, I'm working on coping. Because the things I do that stress me out, are ultimately also stress reducers and joy bringers.
Like this new little slug patrol we recently received.
Or the flowered headband I made, just because I had a spare moment and seemed like a worthwhile endeavor.
How's your spring? Busy, or not? What do you do when you're overwhelmed?