This week has turned me into a complete bundle of nerves. I will be moving in the next couple of months and (hopefully) buying my first home. This week has been devoted to figuring out the whole mortgage thing and picking a lender. The area I am looking in is historic, so all of the houses are from 1930s or older, going back to the 1700s. As long as I can remember I have wanted to live in an old house in a old, small city. Now that I am trying to make it happen, I realize it brings a certain level of stress. Old houses have problem areas, sometimes a lot. It is devastating to go see a spectacular house and think "this is it!"... and then you take a look at the bones and guts (piping, roof, foundation, etc.) and realize it is going to be a money pit. On top of all that there has been a certain whirlwind of drama (for lack of a better word) that has sprung up; although it apparently has been brewing for some time. It is nothing that I am prepared to discuss fully as of now, but I may come back and divulge more about it at a later date. All of this nameless-for-now hoopla has left me feeling drained, disappointed, hopeless, and just plain sad. It has been a rough week and I don't smoke or really drink anymore, so I am really grateful that my husband bought a box of Hostess Snowball snack cakes a couple of days ago.
Through all of this mess, I have still managed to make progress on the last doll of this batch, vermilion no. 2. I don't really have much choice, Awesome Con is quickly approaching. I am finishing up her arms today as well as her cap. The wig will probably have to wait til tomorrow. My goal is to have her complete by this weekend so I have next week to work on the ornaments.
So now I lift up my high sugar, high fat creme filled snack cake and toast to more relaxing days that are hopefully to come!