11 December 2007

The Big Match




















It's funny how things go. There you are one minute feeling as though you have things sorted, under control, and then it all changes. I was feeling a tad smug that's the problem. On top of orders, nay ahead of myself I'd go so far as to say, and even thinking about scribbling some ideas onto paper for next year - ways to move things on, new products, etc - but the gods were bored up there on their fluffy clouds and decided to bring some reality back into the world of Miss Pipany-too-high-on-her-pedestal.

We had storms and on the Sunday a walloping great willow departed from the hedge to land crashing into two gardens which run down the length of ours. It took a fence or two on its merry way and telephone cables to boot; miraculously no-one was hurt and the neighbour's new, partly-finished garage build was left intact, but there it is lying like some vast creature across two previously neat gardens while our own lies untouched by its descent....which means the insurance won't touch us. Only if our own buildings, fences, etc had been touched would they have helped. Lovely.

But this was not enough for the gods...no, Pipany had been just too cheery in her little sewing room so they made sure the 77mile an hour winds also drove the torrential rains into her precious sewing room and thus she ran with bucket to hand and almost wept at the potential devastation the night could bring. Peachy.

Enough surely, I hear you cry. Er, that would be a no. Determination straightening her spine and manically shouting 'Ha, Bring it on!!' to the world at large, Pipany then found a further challenge to the running of her empire-ette (I kid myself)...Isabella got croup. Now, to the uninitiated let me tell you what this usually means; the nights have passed in a blur of wheezing, crying and coughing fit for a Dickensian novel. Bless her little socks. She has been poorly and wanting to sit on her Mummy's lap, while her Mummy has been sitting thinking about the orders needing to be completed in the erste-while dry sewing room and also nursing dark thoughts about insurance companies which may/may not involve dolls and pins!

And sew (forgive me, but I am truly sleep-deprived!) to end this sorry tale on a brighter note.... did the gods win? Did they heck! This is me and I will not be flipping beaten quite yet! The tree will be turned into much firewood at vast expense, but ah well, at least no-one was hurt. The sewing room has been sealed up and nothing got wet so that could have been worse. And poor little Isabella being poorly means my tiny whirlwind actually sat snuggled up for extended periods rather than racing off to new adventures every two minutes which was pure bliss for a mummy who loves to cuddle (and sit come to think of it).

And as for the empire? The orders are done and packaged ready for the off (what else are the midnight hours for?) and I have written down a few ideas for next year after all. I have finally worked out how to market my heirloom tablecloth as a kit and will be putting it onto my website tomorrow which I am quite excited about...or I would be if only I didn't have this need to curl up and snooze...just for a minute...honest...

The Final Result


The gods - 0 Pipany - 1



HAH!



Pipany xx

13 comments:

Zoƫ said...

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, you go Girl! ^5

now,

errm a small favour dear friend?


.... lend me some of that fortitude?

Ivy said...

Well done that's the spirit.

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Glad you won in the end. You've had your fair share of bad luck, now it's for the good stuff.

Crystal xx

toady said...

Sorry you caught the storms so badly. We got off relatively lightly up on the North coast. Now if we were in France OH would have been down with his chopper [ ooh ur missus] and had that tree in woodburner sized slices before you could say axe.

elizabethm said...

yeah! good for you. i knew you would triumph. poor isabella. my eldest had croup and it was dreadful. hope she is soon whirlwinding around again.

Elizabethd said...

What a weekend, so sorry...but, be thankful you werent at sea!

snailbeachshepherdess said...

Thats the spirit...two fingers up at the bad luck and on you go!

Go Pipany!!!

ChrisH said...

I would offer you your own advice - get drunk, stay drunk... but it's not going to help. Well done for hanging onin there.

sally's chateau said...

What a lovely blog, and your pics are just scrummy, hope you go from strength to strength next year.

French Knots said...

It's all juggling isn't it? Trying to fit everything in and unexpected comes along to trip us up. Keep at it.

Frances said...

Late good evening to you Pipany, and blessing upon you!

Success doesn't happen in a week or a month, but I really do feel that your strength comes from so many areas, and that your creative sense is so strong as well, that not only will you get through this storm, you will show us all where sun really does shine.

xo

Casdok said...

Yes good on you!

Cait O'Connor said...

Lovely blog, you write so well, I was with you all the way. You have the right spirit to succeed, never let the bastards (or the elements) get you down.