First big adjustment: I had to move all my fabric out of the basement (10 32 gallon bins) and into my guest room and study.
Why? Because 1.) Apparently, I have to live with my intended once we get married. So, I have ceded my back basement fabric storage to a squat rack, weights and work out equipment. ::tears:: Also, I’m converting from oil to gas and needed to get my fabric out of the work area.
My front basement will no longer be my sewing room either. For some reason, it’s important that we have a clear and organized space to have company over and watch TV with friends.
My guestroom (Above) will become the sewing room. And, hopefully, I can get some fabric back in the back basement now that there is no longer and oil tank and 20 year old fridge taking up space.
The central air installation will make it all worth it! Yes. That’s right. After ten years, I am putting in central air. The fiance has bad allergies and asthma so my moldy window units weren’t going to cut it. Also, I figured this was a good way to keep peace in the summer.
I do not love living in a construction zone. What do people do with bigger projects like kitchens and baths??
I started some wedding stuff! I made my veil over the weekend. Lace edged, single layer, finger tip length. Three dollar investment. The one I wanted was $300 in the store! Ba-nanas.
This weekend we went to a wedding in upstate New York (Westchester County). I’d never been to a wedding with a full mass before so that was really interesting. I’m wearing my officiant dress from last October. I love this dress!! It was such a pleasant surprise to pull it out and see how good it looked! I haven’t worn it since the wedding last year.
The wedding was on the grounds of a camp site. It was just like Dirty Dancing. Minus the ethnic and class tension.
We stayed in these cool yurts. And, I’ve never been so glad for my two sleeping bags in my life. First time I’ve used them in ten years!
So, that’s my round up. I still have an unblogged dress from a month ago to post. But, I can’t even find my tripod in the mess that is my home