We’ve hit a bit of a plateau on the moving house roller-coaster, but we’re in for the duration and we’re still on the ride.
I’m bored with the whole thing now, before we bought the house we’re in now, we were in rented accommodation and we used to move house regularly, we’d find someone on the exchange list who wanted to move to our area and we’d swap. Obviously the council or housing association used to have their say, but as long as the house was in good repair, they very seldom said no and the whole kaboodle took sometimes less than a month to arrange.
It’s frustrating waiting for other people. I’m used to doing things myself, normally I’ll find something which needs doing and get on with it. But we’ve been bumped back to the beginning again and so I can’t even decorate because we have to turn the house into a showhome at the drop of a hat. I can’t buy anything for the new house, because although we have chosen one, we can’t pay for it yet so it’s had to go back on the market until ours is sold again.
I’ve made myself a jumper, nobody needs throws or baby blankets at the moment so I’m at a loose end.
Pardon the pun, but I’ve just changed the post title from Living in limbo to Loose ends… I’m making a rug, I’m crocheting a grid of stitches, then pulling through bits of wool in a pattern with a rug hook to make a rug full of loose ends.
More from before: A little peek further into the world that I’ve “Created“.