the last push.

This weekend promises to be hellishly busy, but I am prepared. This will be the last push. Moving day is set for Monday, and if I have to live without a fridge or a shower screen then I'll make do, because we will move in on Monday. (I may have just done the fist-clench to the sky.) Anyway: moving day is fast approaching, so I'm spending this week packing my apartment.

Yesterday I packed all of my fabric (except a little bit of Kona Snow for sashing my Garden Fence quilt) and it was so hard. I love my craftiness and my fabric is a significant investment, so putting it into brown moving boxes was tough. I kept trying to leave things out, as if I would somehow magically make time to sew in the next six days! I know my limits but my heart wishes I had a wealth of time. I kept it to two projects, the aforementioned Garden Fence quilt and my Sophie Makes Tracks.

I managed to pin baste my Sophie quilt, though!

How amazing to finally have the backing and batting firmly sandwiched to my quilt top. It's ready for me to wind bobbins and as tomorrow is Anzac Day, I am letting my hair down and treating myself to some quilting!

I have a great little helper, though, don't I. :)

"Who, me? I'm definitely not rolling all over your quilt in my sleep bag, looking all cool..." My goofy kid.

Now, the floor polishers have been hard at work for two days. We braved a visit tonight to "check the mailbox" (or peep in the windows!!) but we arrived at the right time: they were just about to put the third coat of polish on the floors. Just as a reminder, this was our dining room floor on Monday morning.

It looked like a big golden retriever rolled around on fresh glue. I did my best to prise up the big chunks of glue, but it still looked awful. I was scared it wouldn't come up, but when we stopped by the house, the floor polisher explained that, five sandings later, it all came up.

And WOW.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT IS THE SAME ROOM? I could not stop grinning! Mr Poppleton was equally impressed and we both couldn't stop talking about it. I can't wait until Thursday, when we can go back in and look it over with shining, home-ownershippy eyes. It is just beautiful. The wood came up so nicely - I never expected it to look this warm and knotty - and I just feel so happy. It's close. It's so, so close.

So: back to the moving tasks. But I have a new wellspring of hope, having seen the beautiful "new" floors in our little house o' dreams. It makes it easier to sort our belongings, to get rid of the old and worn and make way for the new, when I know that I have a home worthy of nice things. It's a good feeling. It makes the work lighter.

We are so close. So very close!

Ta ta for now!

Cheers. xx