It’s Saturday morning, which means it’s time to pour a coffee (or a tea, or even a stiff gin, depending what timezone you’re in…) and settle in for a quick catch-up…
This week started with a bang: on the head, I mean.
It was Saturday night, and we’d taken these outfit photos during the day, which meant we had the camera with us. When we got home, we had a bunch of stuff to ferry from car-to-door, so, in order to make things a bit easier on myself, I slung the camera round my neck, using the strap which is attached to it for that very purpose.
Well, I made it safely into the house, put my bags down, and started to remove the camera by raising it up by the strap. I got the thing just as far as my forehead, when… SMACK! The camera swung forward and slammed right into the into my forehead. OUCH.
“GAH!” I shrieked, prompting Terry to come strolling in from the hall and casually ask if I was OK. You can tell he’s had quite a bit of experience with me injuring myself, can’t you?
“Yeah,” he said, when I explained what had happened. “There’s a dent in the middle of your forehead now.”
“A DENT!” I shrieked in horror. “OMG!”
“And it’s bleeding,” Terry informed me. “Do you want a photo of it?”
“Are you SERIOUSLY more concerned about photographing my bleeding forehead than making sure I’m not concussed or something?” I demanded.
“What?” replied Terry, all innocence. “I just thought you’d want a photo for your blog? It’s the kind of thing you do?”
And, I mean, YEAH, it IS the kind of thing I do. And I DID try to take a photo the next day, once I’d established I wasn’t going to die. Fortunately for me, though, the resulting bump n’ bruise (for yes, it’s a double-whammy: lucky me!) didn’t actually show up in the photos, and is small enough to be covered up with concealer in real life too, although if you’d met me this week, and had been paying close enough attention, you’d possibly have noticed the skin straining over the bump. Still, no lasting damage was done (totally resisting the impluse to make a joke about me not having enough of a brain to damage here…), so that’s the main thing. I can’t quite believe I managed to hurt myself with my own camera, though. Fashion blogging is dangerous, people. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
(You totally can’t see the bump, right? In the photo on the right, Rubin’s all, “SERIOUSLY, Amber? How are you even still alive?!”)
Anyway! The bump on the head wasn’t the only thing attempting to ruin my weekend, for last week’s lurgy lingered on until this Tuesday. As illnesses go, it wasn’t a particularly bad one, so I can’t complain too much. I DID complain anyway, though, because after the first few days I was just sick of being sick, basically, and when I’m sick, I take everyone down with me.
I was also sick of living in a building site, so I was really happy to get the house back to some semblance of order by Sunday evening, just in time for Homeland. (Which we’re now all caught up with and having to watch on “live” TV, just like in the olden days…) My joy was short-lived, though, because by Tuesday we’d started on our next projects, and chaos once again reigned – and probably will for the forseeable future, too, because, in our infinite wisdom, we’ve decided to remodel the kitchen AND powder room at the same time. I mean, part of me thinks, “Yeah, whatevs, let’s just get it all out of the way at the same time,” but the other half is screaming, “WTF? WHY IS THERE A TOILET IN MY KITCHEN?!”
Yes, there is a toilet in my kitchen. Also a sink. An extra one, I mean. And it’s not a bathroom sink, either. No, this would be the new kitchen sink, to replace the old kitchen sink, which can’t actually be replaced until next Friday at the very earliest (and probably not even then, actually), because first we need to install the new worktops. (Which wont arrive until Friday.) And the new hob, which is also lying around the kitchen at the moment, taking up precious space. The bathroom, meanwhile… let’s not even go there. And not JUST because there isn’t actually a toilet in it at the moment.
The ground floor of my house, basically, is an absolute mess. Seriously, it’s almost as bad as when the hall had to be dug up, only this time it’s a mess of our own making (Well, some of it is, anyway. The bathroom wall and floor HAD to be replaced, on account of the whole ‘drain’ issue...), so we don’t even have the right to complain about it. Again, we ARE complaining, obviously (or I am). We just… don’t really have the right to. I’m seriously DONE with living in a mess, though. I know it sounds silly, but I actually find it really hard to deal with – I’ve reached the stage now that, when I’m driving somewhere, or out walking the dog, or whatever, I’ll find myself looking longingly at all the other houses I pass and thinking, “I bet THEY don’t have a toilet in their kitchen! I bet it’s a lovely and clean and tidy, too! And they can sit on the sofa and watch Homeland without having to climb over a hob to get to it!” GAH.
Anyway. I will try to keep the whining to a minimum from this point on. If I ever mention remodeling ANY part of my house, though, please feel free to remind me of this. I just hope we don’t get confused and end up installing the hob in the bathroom, and the toilet in the kitchen or something…
But enough about me! Pour your coffee, pull up a seat, and tell me about your week![P.S. There are some new posts over in the Diary section this week. I’m trying to come up with a solution to have it flagged up on the homepage whenever the Diary is updated, but for now, you can see the post list in the sidebar!] [Edited to add: I actually added a ‘latest in Diary’ section to the homepage, just under the ‘Latest Posts’ section. It’s not perfect, but it’ll let you know if the diary has been updated without any extra clicking!]