Lorna Date with her firstborn, Ken.
Miss Bliss and I spent seven hours organising our wardrobes, culling clothes we do not wear, moving a piece or two of furniture, vacuuming, dusting, washing clothes, all the other palaver that goes with a good feng shui for the New Year.
Lorna had a habit of rearranging whatever house we were living in. As we lived in "the Rectory", she had no say in decorating so she would move whole rooms around. We could get home and find ourselves in a different bedroom.
I get it now. She so wanted a stable and beautiful home for her family, but we always lived in the crappiest house in the street and the d*cks from the church wouldn't do it up, saying there were four children and we would wreck wherever we were living.
Well guess what? When children are brought up properly they do not destroy their home.
So fast forward to today. We moved in here two years and it has taken that long to catch my breath. I'm hopeless at keeping the projects at bay. I think it has something to do with the depression. I'm more focused on keeping body and soul together than sorting out my wardrobe and the fabric and my art equipment and the books I'm reading and magazines and bills and mail, but I've been trying lately to do that. I've decided that 2015 is the year of the gorgeous, including having a gorgeous house, so today Bliss and I did our work.
My poor back is screaming in agony but I'm glad it's done.
Bring on all the good and the great and the glitter and the gorgeous for 2015.