I actually own an alpaca wool blanket. Seriously. Not a llama (two Ls), not a sheep… a freaking alpaca. And I’ve pretty much been wrapped up in it every night because it’s November which basically means we’ve been dropped smack in the middle of the next ice age. Well, not really, but my very temperamental boiler isn’t providing heat to the one room in this house I actually sleep in. So hello alpaca.
The cat loves that damn thing. I can’t get him off of it.
Anyway, I’m going to go ahead and admit that the last week has basically kicked my ass. Between Halloween, the flat tire, the time change, and causing sparks to fly from my living room ceiling, I’m pretty much tapped out. It occurred to me today that November has historically been an ass kicker, so here’s a little look back at how bad I’ve gotten pummeled over the last few years.
It’s amazing to me that it was only (or already?) a year ago that I moved out of the Memorial House.
Not buy a 150 year old farm house. So. Ha. Nice curveball, Universe.
That was such a huge directional change in my life that I’m still kind of physically and emotionally reeling from it, although this big old awesome temperamental house of mine has definitely grounded me over the last year.
Two years ago I was up to my eyeballs in building Memorial House, with a nonstop slew of projects that included siding, masonry work, and hugging donkeys. (What? That’s totally normal.) We were seven months in to this project, which means seven months of living in a garage.
Seriously. November is not my best month for living situations.
I clearly remember November 9th, 2009 as one of those kick-ass days where I felt totally aligned with the universe and the gods of posthole digging smiled upon me, and I managed to put in eighty feet of split rail fence by myself in one day.
Fall of 2009 was definitely a season of preparation and anticipation leading up to the sale of my first
love house, and ground-breaking for the big-old addition on Memorial. I had no idea what was in store for me over the next three years and was obliviously happy about it.
Okay, this is actually from October 2008 but I think anyone who has been around this website for any length of time will agree that the day I bought this was a pretty substantial milestone in my life and DIY career.
Look at my baby, all shiny and new. Four years and three houses later, she’s still going strong. This was probably the moment my power tool obsession really started, and my bank account and I haven’t looked back since.
I was also making a lot of brooms back in those days. You heard that right. Brooms. It’s what I use to make before I made houses.
Apparently I didn’t exist on the internet in November 2007 because I spent most of my nights and all of my weekends that year getting my MBA. But hey loo, in 2006 I painted a tree…
Uh. Yeah. Maybe those weren’t my most exciting years.
That was kind of exciting actually, and appropriate because guess who is building a desk right now in her very own workshop? Yep. I am. I’ll show it to you after I get it assembled this weekend.
But first I’m going to go upstairs, crawl under my alpaca wool blanket, and go to bed before 9PM tonight. I think happened one other time in my life when I was, like, five. I have a feeling it’s going to be awesome (and necessary to survive another crazy November.)