It seems I should start going by a new moniker. Apparently my two business names aren’t enough, and neither is @ratracegirl. Oh no. From now on, you shall know me as Madame Guillotine.
An embarrassing number of people passed by the shop windows today, only to see me sat amid the debris of renovation, nonchalantly knitting another pair of wristies for my Folksy site.
Had they looked long enough, they may have seen Pete popping up from beneath the floor, stooped and covered in cobwebs and dust, muttering something incomprehensible about circuits, tugging at a length of grey cabling protruding from holes in the wall, and then disappearing once again into the crawl space. And all the while, I knitted. Knit. Purl. K2tog. YO. etc. knit, knit, knit.
So, why the sudden flurry of needles? Have I received a bulk order of wristies from some platoon craving colour and about to ship off to Siberia?
No. Because apparently what I ‘did’ yesterday should have been described with the help of the prefix ‘over-’. Thus, against my will, I was forced to sit out the first hour or so of the day, and ‘take it easy’. Yessir.
I did get on with it eventually, though, and worked like a Trojan. A Trojan who has to sit down for a rest every 20 mins, that is. Obviously.
Today, we have (read: Pete has) completed 5 of the 9 circuits to be installed in the shop. And I have removed a LOT of anaglypta. And then removed the woodchip that the anaglypta was covering up.
Special mention must go to Lizzy and Alan – the former of whom did excellent work on a stretch of stubbornly black wall, and the latter of whom got his destruction on and removed a load of unwanted light fittings, about 17,000 staples, and one particularly persistent plank (not a metaphor).
Thank you! And thank you (and thanks Huey from Bambuni – @BambuniNunhead) for the delicious lunchy snacks (spinach quiche and scotch eggs), afternoon decaf latte, and excellent ‘Kipling Ale’ P and I shared when we eventually made it home. Yum.
Onwards and upwards.