I can lay in bed and look up at the ceiling and it is so far away, not like the bedroom I have been in where everything is so close. Not that the ceilings are so low they are about 9 foot but in my own bedroom they are 14 feet. Yes I've got upstairs again. Downstairs was the servant's quarters in the past, it made me feel for those servants of days gone by.
The thing that has been taking up my time in the last week has been making new curtains for my bedroom and the TV room. All 40 metres of fabric. The space doesn't look so big but the drop in the bedroom was 3 metres, it takes a lot of fabric, time and sewing.
I have been putting off replacing these curtains because I loved the way the light shone through the ones I had. The lacey pattern of vines and flowers cast interesting patterns in the afternoon sun. But after looking for something similar, for the past 20 years, I had to settle for a sheer fabric. It gives me some privacy but isn't nearly as pretty.
The curtains in the TV room are mainly to give us some privacy from the house next door. They have no curtains and we look at each other through the windows, although those possums in the trees that grow between the houses look at both of us.
These are the only windows in the house that have curtains all the others don't need them. I'm glad of that, this lot took so long to sew up and then there were the argument with my husband about the length. That's another story.
This past week has been difficult. I am trying to get upstairs so that I can move my bedroom up there. I find living down stairs leaves me closed in and I have difficulty breathing. I know it is all in my mind but there you go. I actually stitched more patterns than these 12 but I don't know where I put them. I found some old receipts I had misplaced but still haven't found one necklace, the most expensive one, or this stitching. I keep telling myself "it will turn up".