it's late at night
the house squeaks and sighs

and sleeps

i was hoping to have filled you in on our progess, to have presented you with a delightful collage of updatedness.

but as it turns out, i went on a tour de maison, taking photos to present in said collageryness and bugger me- not one single room is finished.

not
one
single
room

obviously, that drew a swift line under that little excursion into creativity.

so. ho hum. paint under fingernails and in the hair (i know, that excuse is drawing a little thin- it's not grey hair, it's paint!), i think this time we can allow ourselves the opportunity to open a bottle of something:

tomorrow

we shall be moving into

our

own

room

oh yes. we're not completely prepared, but whattheheck. in the spirit of the rest of the house we're going to move in before it's finished. then i shall do some v creative, softfocus photography & give you all a good look round of how it all is.

xxx
mama b