This whole moving and start a new job in a totally new country thing – it’s great. And it sucks. Mostly it’s great, tho.
I don’t even know where to start … basics seem like a safe choice. A house has been found and rented – and while it’s not really cheaper than my previous apartment, it’s got everything I missed before.
A huge kitchen:
K, admittedly, you only see a tiny corner of the actual pool there, but you can see The Rock.
That’s where I work – Gibraltar. Which is such a prominent mark in the landscape, you see it from pretty much everywhere.
Like, the beach:
Today, my things got delivered (hence the slightly chaotic state of my kitchen … ). Time to settle, to unpack, and finally get back to sewing!
The weekend is here, and since I have no desire to start my new job with bringing in the lurgy for everybody, I called a quiet night in last night. I’m living in a hotel currently, and breakfast plus one other meal are being paid for, so Friday night I chose to have lunch and a bit of a picnic for dinner:
To be honest, I’d done a similar thing on Wednesday – you remember I had to get up at the totally ungodly hour of 3am to catch my flight, and little wonder I was knackered when I returned to my hotel after saying hi to my new colleagues.
This is what I had that night:
Today, I will try my first local wine – I didn’t buy the very cheapest, but a reserva that’s in the middle price segment (and hence, about 1/3 of what the undrinkable carton stuff in Brighton costs).
And lest you think I have no making at all to show you, let me set you straight there 😀
The following was my first make of 2013, although it feels like I made them in 2012. I think starting the year with a move to a new country makes the move day your new years day. If that makes sense.
Anyhoo, while I was waiting for my boxes to be delivered, I decided on a whim that I needed a new washbag. And of course, since I was at it, also one of those formidable make-up brush rolls as seen on Didyoumakethat.
Of course I was too crazy that day to actually look her’s up to see how Karen made it, and just winged it. That’s just how I roll, I guess … well, it turned out alright, and it’s doing it’s job nicely.
I used some remnants from the Lady’s Raincoat, and some quilting cotton that was meant to go into my hexi quilt, but hey … I can always find something similar.
Actually, I’m mostly chuffed – except for the shape of the washbag, I’d give it a broader bottom should I make another one. Which is entirely possible. But then, how many washbags does one need, and trust me, I have no intention of moving again soon.
It’s time. The last weeks were spent in a frenzy of telephoning various utility providers, sorting through things, cleaning and what else one does while preparing for a move.
Then I spent last weekend packing “a few odds and ends” I thought the movers shouldn’t have to handle (or maybe I’m old fashioned, and it’s the done thing these days to have strange men pack your undies?).
Yesterday, the movers came and packed the remaining stuff, and then took it away:
After that, it was one last time 50% sushi in our favorite place in Brighton with friends (Moshimo, in case you wonder. If you’re living in the area, and like sushi, get a membership card – that’s half price every Monday, and sometimes for a whole month, like now. And trust me, that means an obscene amount of sushi for a very reasonable price.) Some adult beverages were consumed. Well, quite a few, actually …
Today, I took one last walk along the seafront, and to my surprise noticed there was SAND on the beach. Brighton is famed (not always in love, mind) for it’s pebbly beach. Not it’s sandy beach.
I admired one last time the place I’ve been living these last 2 years, and marvelled at how lucky I am.
You can even see the house I lived in in this photo 😀
Now I’ll go sit down on the couch, knit a little bit on my very lightweight capelet I decided I must have (but that’s a different story and will be told in a different post), while I am madly in love with the sushi stitch markers I got from my lovely friend Kim-in. Whom I will miss dearly.
And then I will go to bed, and get up at 3am, and take the coach at 4am, and hop on the plane at 7am, and then Brighton will be history for me.
If you saw the short appearance of me reblogging the wrong blog (sorry, Perfect Nose!! I love your blog, too!! And coincidentally, she’s having a give-away, so go check her out) – that’s what surfing between packing boxes does to me 😀
But really, I wanted to share the give-away the lovely ::paunnet::: is holding for her and her blog’s birthday.
It’s for a Deer and Doe pattern of your choice, and since I’ve helped a little bit by proof-reading the english translations of the Veste Pavot, I’m rather partial to that particular pattern. But the whole collection is lovely, so hop over and follow, reblog or like to your hearts content for a chance to win one of the patterns.