castles in the air
Jun. 23rd, 2008 12:47 amI'm trying to apply for jobs, but I'm just all, Do Not Want, and I am lazy and blah and whatever, y'know? But I did just finish a sock, so I have achieved, and tomorrow... um, this evening, I am going for a climbing lesson, which should be fun. But, yes, lots of DNW, so I started thinking, well, hell, what DO I want?
I want an earth house, with one big glass wall (but a whole bunch of that would be put together like stained glass, to keep the costs down; bits and pieces of other people's broken windows, because I could totally do that, and it would be fun; but idk if it would be structurally sound; I guess a couple of big columns, for loadbearing - ooh, the top half would be like a Diocletian window - and, y'know, it would be cool.) and the other walls curvy, and grass on the roof. I saw these "wild meadow" seeds one time, with different types of grass and a bunch of different wildflowers, and that would be awesome. And also a herb garden up there, right outside one of the windows, because wouldn't that be cool? Oh, and some of those vertical windmill things, along the top of the roof, and maybe a brick chimney, because I think I would feel safer with a non-flammable hearthpiece.
Inside depends on whether I'm living there alone, because if I am, it's a big open space, unless I also have a little shop in which case it's split into the shop and the private quarters, but if I did have a shop I think that would be a separate building in the same style, connected by a little covered corridor because if I'm living in Scotland I'm not going outside to get guests a cup of tea. But if I have someone else there, then a pretty big space, and a private room on either side, because everybody needs their own space. And towards the back, where the plumbing is, an open-plan kitchen. The hearth in the middle, I think. And bookshelves all the hell over the place, naturally. And I want a loom, because I've been wanting to learn to weave for ages, and that could divide the space some.
And to go upstairs, a spiral staircase - I'm thinking architectural salvage - and it's a, whaddyama, mezzanine, with the bathroom at the back, and rails and shelves along the walls for clothes, and plenty of storage for all my assorted shite, and a big comfy bed.
I'd keep some goats, too, I think. I've heard they're annoying fuckers, but they seem like more fun than sheep. And maybe there'd be a friendly local dairy farmer who'd swap me goat milk for, like, butter and cheese. Maybe not, though. But if they were the right type of goats I could spin my own yarn. Though that sounds like effort.
Oh, and chickens! I would totally have some chickens. I might never eat meat again, though. And I'm not all that fond of eggs. But they're useful. And barter-worthy.
And I would do the sustainable living thing, with a composting toilet and everything, even though from here I go "ew" because, actually, I've done that before, and it's fine.
And I would weave and knit and write and bake and volunteer at the local museum one or two days a week so I didn't forget how to talk to people (and that would probably be most of my knitting time, actually). And I would cycle to close places and to the train station for far places. And it would be awesome.
Alternatively, a flat and a cat and a job that didn't actively suck would be great.
I want an earth house, with one big glass wall (but a whole bunch of that would be put together like stained glass, to keep the costs down; bits and pieces of other people's broken windows, because I could totally do that, and it would be fun; but idk if it would be structurally sound; I guess a couple of big columns, for loadbearing - ooh, the top half would be like a Diocletian window - and, y'know, it would be cool.) and the other walls curvy, and grass on the roof. I saw these "wild meadow" seeds one time, with different types of grass and a bunch of different wildflowers, and that would be awesome. And also a herb garden up there, right outside one of the windows, because wouldn't that be cool? Oh, and some of those vertical windmill things, along the top of the roof, and maybe a brick chimney, because I think I would feel safer with a non-flammable hearthpiece.
Inside depends on whether I'm living there alone, because if I am, it's a big open space, unless I also have a little shop in which case it's split into the shop and the private quarters, but if I did have a shop I think that would be a separate building in the same style, connected by a little covered corridor because if I'm living in Scotland I'm not going outside to get guests a cup of tea. But if I have someone else there, then a pretty big space, and a private room on either side, because everybody needs their own space. And towards the back, where the plumbing is, an open-plan kitchen. The hearth in the middle, I think. And bookshelves all the hell over the place, naturally. And I want a loom, because I've been wanting to learn to weave for ages, and that could divide the space some.
And to go upstairs, a spiral staircase - I'm thinking architectural salvage - and it's a, whaddyama, mezzanine, with the bathroom at the back, and rails and shelves along the walls for clothes, and plenty of storage for all my assorted shite, and a big comfy bed.
I'd keep some goats, too, I think. I've heard they're annoying fuckers, but they seem like more fun than sheep. And maybe there'd be a friendly local dairy farmer who'd swap me goat milk for, like, butter and cheese. Maybe not, though. But if they were the right type of goats I could spin my own yarn. Though that sounds like effort.
Oh, and chickens! I would totally have some chickens. I might never eat meat again, though. And I'm not all that fond of eggs. But they're useful. And barter-worthy.
And I would do the sustainable living thing, with a composting toilet and everything, even though from here I go "ew" because, actually, I've done that before, and it's fine.
And I would weave and knit and write and bake and volunteer at the local museum one or two days a week so I didn't forget how to talk to people (and that would probably be most of my knitting time, actually). And I would cycle to close places and to the train station for far places. And it would be awesome.
Alternatively, a flat and a cat and a job that didn't actively suck would be great.
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Date: 2008-06-27 08:12 pm (UTC)Grafting is rather magic, but it feels like it takes so long! Not much longer than sewing, I suppose - certainly not longer than binding off and sewing combined - but still. God, I hate it when I get to the end and then I have to sit and bind off, it's so sloooow. And oh, crap, my shawl's gonna be hundreds of stitches by then. Maybe I could just run a string through them and knot that off, it would totally work.
Or you could tell her that your assorted boys are making a film of a fucked-up version of Sleeping Beauty.