Half the fun of blogging is coming up with eye catching titles. This title was given to me by a coworker who has been pressuring me (in a friendly way) to sell on Etsy.
No, Beadland is not being sold. That would be equivalent to selling my husband’s man cave in the basement and one should not speak in such a way.
Beadland is my escape from all responsibilities and is the true nest I created for beading and everything jewelry.
This is the before picture.
Where the Bead Magic Happens
My Precious Beads
Before what? You may ask.
Before my husband and I both went crazy at the same time (this time) and decided to put our house on the market.
So while Beadland is not being sold, the room in which it resides will be sold.
For every one of you blessed souls who have moved before, I commend you. This is one of the most trying times and we chose to do it to ourselves. Shame on us. Next time we will just abandon a house instead of preparing it for the critical eyes of others.
Preparing includes days of painting, calling the repairman to repair things I have been ignoring for maybe a long time, steam cleaning mysterious stains out of carpets, sorting our many personal possessions for consignment, donation, auctions, or the trash.
Preparing involves list, more lists, lists on napkins at restaurants, lists on post its during work meetings, frequent texts or emails about such and such found in a closet, and calls to family to ask if they want back a dish I borrowed seven years ago.
Preparing involves the complete dismemberment of my nest. My nest has been carefully constructed over the last eight years. I started this nest before I ever found my husband online. Ok, ok, he found me.
Preparing involves the removal of the “MAN CAVE” sign from the basement door. Ouch.
Preparing involves (big deep breath without crying), the packing away of my beads. I spent nine hours on a recent Saturday carefully disassembling Beadland. I took frequent breaks. I got easily distracted. At one point I tried to leave the house but my husband caught me. I had to choose which beads and supplies were critical to remain within the house while all others took a short journey to a storage unit. That was a pretty tough day.
I persevered and this lonely room and desk are the result.
The Room Formerly Known as Beadland
Look closely and you can find beads, however it really is nowhere near what it was. I do not even want to be in that room anymore.
My husband and I now hang out on the middle floor of our three level townhome while we wait for an offer of the house. With Man Cave and Beadland gone, we spend time in the living room.
Well….
Until the repairmen comes to paint the ceiling, dismantle the entertainment center that no one wants, and steam clean the carpet.
Then I guess we will go hang out in the bedroom, but try not to mess up the perfectly assembled bedding;)
To say that we are excited about a new home, complete with a new Man Cave, Beadland, and a bed we can keep messy all the time would be putting it mildly.
So for now, Beadland is in a box.
