Nesting instincts
by , 08-01-2008 at 04:28 PM (1496 Views)
A friend of mine calls it 'nesting'- when you go all wierd and start buying things for 'my future dream house' and it occurred to me this morning that Ive been nesting for nearly 9 months now. I guess it started with the house hunting, probbaly ... but I ened up buying a welsh dresser. I mean come on why do I need a welsh dresser? I had one room in my parents house and I owned most of the furntire in there... a bureau, drawers, a freezer, a welsh dresser, various other bits and bobs, including a teasmade a sewing machine..a sewning box and a material hoard. Did I mention the curtains? an d the material to make curtains... and the stolen pub chair (I didnt steal it but I did end up confiscating it last year off my annoying neighbours who kept leaving me 'presents' including this chair half eaten carrots. aprons and underwear). a book case.. a carpet a hearth rug about 300 books ( 40 of which are cookery books).
Then I also have my electric whisk - which I must rember to rescue form my family as it is so much better than my mums old tacky one so they have been using it, my iron which my sister took to uni with her last year but which again I will be taking back as its better than the one my mum has.
But the real sign is my gift wish list the top 10 things include : A pressure cooker, a slow cooker, my mums bread maker, a vacuum cleaner, a steamer or steam iron, and a crockery set.
I have no idea what I am doingI must be going mad. One of the czech students I just met commented that I am always prepared and cleaning something... this was because almost everywhere we went the table had some thing spilt on it or was mucky and I began to either deliberately or absent-mindedly clean or polish it with one of the millions of tissues was carrying around with me.
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I must be going mad. One of the czech students I just met commented that I am always prepared and cleaning something... this was because almost everywhere we went the table had some thing spilt on it or was mucky and I began to either deliberately or absent-mindedly clean or polish it with one of the millions of tissues was carrying around with me.
