They said they’d turn up, and turn up they did; one of them was even clutching a couple of bags of silver beet for the animals. Today the Homestead once again resonated to the sound of dropsaw and hammer as the dynamic duo of Pop and U.T took another swipe at The Farmer’s bedroom makeover.
While the on-site Homesteaders took advantage of another gorgeous day to knock yet more weeding on the head, our progress round the garden was punctuated by hails from the construction zone. It turned out that today was to be a day for decisions: where to hang the door, what size for the wardrobe, will this layout work for the store cupboard… As we stood, barefooted and grubby kneed, trying to envisage just how much The Farmer would ever need to hang up in a wardrobe (this, for a bloke for whom dressing up means his good jeans and a clean T shirt) or whether his shoes would fit into the space allocated, The Milk Maid made a very interesting observation. As a family, we are infinitely better at adapting our surroundings to make things work for us than we are purpose-building for our requirements. Somehow, deciding the correct position to erect the wall dividing the wardrobe from store cupboard became an issue of such magnitude it almost overwhelmed us.
Of course, it didn’t. We got there in the end with the help of a couple of planks of wood to symbolise the walls, a coat hanger (width template) and a pair of The Farmer’s shoes (depth), but for a moment it was scary.
What was scary?
Putting it simply, what if we got it wrong? What if, after shuffling the planks around in millimetre increments, The Farmer suddenly decides to shell out on a Liberace-style rhinestone encrusted suit and matching cape and it doesn’t fit in the wardrobe, or his feet start growing again, or he develops a penchant for winkle pickers, or the store cupboard dimensions make for heaps of wasted space or…or…or… Then we took a deep breath, gave ourselves a mental slap and calmed, as they say, the farm.
It’s all done and dusted now. The wall framing is in place, a fait accompli, and we’re once again happy in the knowledge that there’s no way it will be absolutely 100% perfect because life, ours anyway, just isn’t. So when The Farmer turns up with his new suit, cape and winkle picker ensemble, we’ll do what we always do: we’ll adapt and find a way to make it work.
And then we’ll take a photo to share with you all.