This is going to be a short post. We are in the midst of chaos here due to the ongoing basement renovations. Chaos and I are not friends.
Hidden under all the junk is our new flooring. I think I am happy with it, but won't know for sure until I can actually see it minus the dust and collection of tools.
It works out well having a son with a painting business. And no, he is not a midget. He only looks short because of the way I took the picture. In real life he is 6'3".
As renovations have a way of doing, the mess oozed out of the basement and into our family room.
I can handle chaos I can't see. I'm not so great with chaos that is staring me in the face. Our kitchen looks down on this room, and it is the room where I work on my computer. It is also a room Fergus and Jenny are usually allowed into, but due to the tippy bookshelves we have had to block access to it. This is where it gets a bit scary. The only thing I could come up with that was wide enough and high enough to keep them out was my stash.
Exposed. Naked. Revealed. There for everyone to see. If you are a knitter you understand the depth of my discomfort. Here's the really confronting thing. This is only part of my stash. The reality is I have enough to keep back a pack of Bernese Mountain dogs should the need ever arise.
The weekend will be spent slowly untangling the mess this house has become. I am looking forward to the end result, but have to admit I have hated every minute of the process. I just keep reminding myself it could be worse. At least I'm not Jean. She is facing having to replace the ceiling in her home due to water damage caused by the upstairs neighbours.