Well my long awaited plan chest has arrived. I’m not sure why it took so long, since it only had to travel from Nottingham. In fact it took so long that Amazon were on the verge of cancelling the order, as is their wont, so that was a bit tense. Anyway, it is here, more by good fortune than careful judgement. Now you may be the sort who measures things first, or you may be like me. Suffice to say, that too careful planning in this case would have resulted in no wonderful plan chest…
Plan chests are quite big, for those of you who are considering buying one. When the delivery chap saw our front door he immediately knew that it was far too small. He said he dreaded domestic deliveries of these things as they never fit through the available space; perhaps that’s why they don’t rush with delivery, they’re building up courage or perhaps hoping we’d forgotten we wanted it.
I am not that clever at any one thing but I posses much determination. That plan chest was no way going back to Nottingham. I examined our back door, only reachable via a muddy back drive, and a winding garden path and rather over planted garden. The back door opening was a magical 2cm wider than the front, give or take a little dismantling. The rather large almost cube of furniture was left outside the front door, and I removed each of the 6 drawers. These are very heavy, and by the sixth I felt I was well into training for some sort of weight lifting competition.
When the family arrived home a little later, the 3 of us hefted the carcass into the car, drove it around the back, wrestled down the garden path, took the back door off, and got the bloody thing inside. It was meant to go upstairs, excuse me while I go for a little lie down in contemplation of that expectation, but as you will see from the images it has actually stayed very close to the doorway, strangely. A re-arrangement of my workspace ensued, obviously. My expectations and the house I have have never really matched, to be truthful, but it’s never stopped me yet.
Here it is. It has a large and useful top, and absolutely swallows work, paper, supplies etc, and the drawers pull out a good helpful distance, and I do rather like it a lot. George is fairly non committal, however. The bad news for my husband is that I have decided to move it, just a little shuffle round really, to have it at an angle to the table to get more work space.
I have managed to finish a piece of work this week to go into the RBSA Members and Associates exhibition here in Birmingham, and here it is. My earlier wonderful plan of doing one thing at a time is working. It’s just that I have to keep fitting in emergency projects, but at least they are finished, and I only do that one thing at a time, so I think that counts.
I have two more such smaller emergency projects to work on, in between dealing with emergency family stuff; such is the life of us all. I have the unlikely vision of no more emergency projects, just a wonderful Zen like seamless, organised span of time to plan [that word keeps cropping up] work, and complete it with the benefit of countless good nights of perfect sleep. Now I’d join that society if anyone started it.
Winter; pool, moon, tree. 90 cm x 35 cm.