I heard a funny noise the other morning, but didn't think too much about it, perhaps it was the traffic on the road out the back. But later in the morning when I went to hang some freshly ironed clothes away, I saw what it was. The wardrobe shelf and clothes rail had parted company with the wall, and was hanging by a screw! Oh dear, what to do now?
Ooops, it gave way
I had an electrician around the following day, Callum, a nice young man just starting out in business on his own, to replace the light fitting in the front porch. Perhaps he would be able to recommend someone who could help. Yes he could, there was another tradesman who he knew and had worked with, so passed on his phone number to me. I must admit that I find this recent spate of home maintenance a bit of a trial to organise, it's not something I have had to do before. Something else went wrong recently too, which completely overwhelmed me, but that's another story.
So the day that Brent was coming to look at both wardrobe fittings, the other one in the sewing room had collapsed earlier and looked in danger of doing it again, I spent hours removing everything. Various items were taken off the top shelf, shoes were bundled into a big bag, and clothes were stacked on the bedroom chair and on top of the bed.
That wasn't so bad, but the wardrobe in the sewing room was much more of a challenge. I had a basket full of project bags sitting on the floor at the wardrobe door, which had to be moved, and umpteen RSC projects in bags piled up beside the basket, waiting to be completed.
This is just part of it
Inside the wardrobe were our winter clothes, they all came out. Who knew that Robin had so many jackets hanging up including two sets of bright yellow vinyl wet weather trousers and jackets? The hangers were cleared, then I had to deal with what was on the wardrobe floor. Four large plastic crates chock full, and bags containing unfinished projects, or materials gathered for new ones. And quite a few fleecy backings too, I noticed, and batting.
How did it all fit in the wardrobe?
I couldn't resist peeking inside this one - string pieced blocks, sashing cut ready to go, chickens to stitch, and several lengths of fabric for backings. I'd completely forgotten all about these. There was even another bag of neutral strings hidden away. Everything was piled up - so much stuff I had put away and forgotten about.
I'd forgotten all about this bag
Tradesman Brent called around, we discussed what needed doing, and he will also trim back a tree for me which has a branch growing over the top of the clothesline. He will come back bright and early on Friday morning he told me. Oh dear, that means I have to move that big pile of clothes on hangers for the following two nights so that I can get into bed.
The wardrobe fittings are now fixed, Brent added an extra piece of timber behind them for added strength. I was a bit mortified when he asked for a soft broom so he could brush a few spider webs away! But as someone told me, a few whispy spider webs means that the home is warm and dry, according to a real estate agent. So that has to be good, just sloppy housekeeping I guess.
Arrived bright and early on a cold wet morning
So now things have to be put away. The bedroom is almost back to normal, and it is a chance to sort through Robin's clothes as well. But the sewing room is another story. I really need to go through those crates and umpteen bags before they get placed back. And sort out all those rain jackets which Robin had tucked away.
With so many RSC block sets discovered, don't let me start any new ones next year! I knew I had a few, but there really are a lot more that I realised. Plus several assembled RSC quilts piled up on the chair waiting to be layered, pinned and quilted. Oh dear, wish me luck with all this!
