The One About Inori

A house of our own….

1 white and baby blue coloured kitchen with a wall oven, clean and white workbenches. With matching plates and bowls and cups. Tea set and spice cupboard.

1 cozy living room with fluffy carpet, with my new Ikea POANG armchair with a knitted throw beside new Ikea sofa set, in front of our TV (I’m happy with the one I have). Small coffee table with a few magazines stacked neatly at the side.

1 cozy dining room with a table for 6. Tablecloth sewn by me, and knitted flattish cushions on each chair. Table is CLEAR OF RUBBISH.

1 cozy bedroom with a queen sized bed, always made when no one is in it. Two side tables with reading lamps and our bibles on them. Wardrobe all neat and tidy.

1 study room with a NEAT AND TIDY table, books stacked neatly and computer cables all neat and bundled up. Books in bookshelves in their categories. Sewing machine on a big workspace (I need a big table to draft!) Comfy chairs that won’t give backaches.

1 or 2 cozy children’s bedroom(s) with their own little workspaces. Toys stacked neatly into Ikea storage bins. No doodles on the wall.

1 bathroom with a clean bathtub and the sink has to come with a dressing table and a mirror.

1 clean toilet with a clean toilet bowl! (I can picture a potty beside the toilet bowl. Tee hee.)

1 utility room with a washing machine. I can compromise not having a dryer. But please, I don’t want to hand wash a whole family’s worth of clothes all my life.

1 backyard with herbs, fruits and flowers. No weeds please. A tiny shed that actually keeps out the rain so that we can plonk our grasscutter and gardening tools in there.

2 dogs and a cat. Which we already have. I think I’ve had enough. I used to want more. But I think this is what I can handle. No more. No guinea pigs. No rabbits. No squirrels. No rats. I can’t cope. Please slap me if I bring in another animal.

*Looks around at my VERY VERY MESSY HOUSE*…………………*Big sigh*………………………………….

I have my lovely POANG armchair. But I can’t find a space to put it.

I have a queen size bedframe but a double bed. Which is not that bad really. Sunshine’s cot is right in front of our bed so we tend to knock into furniture quite often.

My bedside table is actually a chair.

My dining table is nice but it’s too small. It’s for 4 people and we put it against the wall, so that makes it a table for 3. Which is fine. Until we have company.

My sofa is an old and not so comfy one. It’s more than 20 years old I heard. When we have our own place, it’s definitely going to be dumped.

We either need to throw out a gazillion things, or we’ll need a slightly bigger house. Where at least we won’t bump into every other furniture. And I want my very very own house.
I’m just dreaming.

*Goes off to look at the real estate pages*

I have been and still am trying to get the Aussie Lingo.

Having moved from a country that used to be ruled by the British long long time ago, being exposed to mostly American movies (and the occasional English ones), growing up in schools with boneheads fellow students that speak horrible less-than-perfect english (or, Singlish, if you will), I no get you Aussie peeps yo.

English, can be one language but yet be a different language altogether.

For example, (Kara, I hope you are reading this)..

I was telling my colleague that my mom bought many Pails and I didn’t know where to store them. And she went, “Huh?”.

It appears, that down south, pail = bucket.

And then, I wanted to get my Sweater. “Huh?”

Sweater = Jumper

And then, I wanted to take out the Trash. “Huh?”

Trash = Rubbish/ Garbage

And then, I knit with Yarn. “Huh?”

Yarn = Wool

Wait. I disagree with that.

Let me first refer you to this short post from Lushorama. Go read it first. Don’t read on until you have read her entry. Go. Shoo.

Alright?

Before I started knitting, I used to call every ball of fiber ‘wool’. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t even wool. It could be Acrylic, Nylon, Cashmere, Cotton, Fish scales (sorry, reading an article about preparing ‘Snapper en Papillote with summer herbs’), Polyester, Bamboo, Corn (this is not a corny joke, you non-knitter you, there IS corn yarn!), Mohair, Goat, Alpaca, Silk……and the list goes on. Wow, look at how many types of yarn I can remember there are! (That’s just because you are a yarn harlot, like most of the other stashers knitters you idiot.)

So instead of calling every ball I see “Wool”, I generalise it into ‘Yarn’.

It’s NOT my fault I call it ‘YAAAAAHNNN!’. EVERY… okay maybe not every.. but MOST knitters would call a ball of yarn, well, ‘yarn’. Or else we would have to go, “Ooohhh.. what a nice ball of 30% Cashmere 10% Nylon 23.5% Wool 14.39% Mohair 22.11% Cotton!!!!”

Duh.

Excuse me while I go drink from the Water Cooler. No? Drink Fountain?

What next?

Ahh.. I’m just that Singaporean-American-freak.

I just don’t know which to teach Sunshine. *Pulls out hair* (From the top, you pervie!)