Does anyone want a house in Sheffield? Someone? Anyone?!?

Gah, this house buying business is bloody taxing. Our house is officially for sale, yet there hasn’t been the band of buyers, pockets overflowing with gold, beating a path to my door as I hoped. So far we’ve had two viewings, but no offers and only one viewing lined up for the weekend. I know you only need one person to buy your house but playing the numbers game, I’d feel much happier if we had a few more in the diary. Argghhhh!!!! And each day that ticks by, my dream housey in Leeds seems to ebb further and further away. I have visions of some cash-rich investor coming along and snaffling it from under me. Why can’t I have a cash-rich investor?!? See what depseration does to you? I’ve even lost my principles.

In the spirit of optimism, however, I have bought a new light fitting for my fabulous new lounge. How 70s? How cool?!?

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Who needs solicitors anyway?

Now I know why everyone hates estate agents…

Yup, the house hunting continues, and has become an all-encompassing activity. It moved up a gear on Saturday when we finally found a house in Leeds that we liked. So, Monday comes, and we put in an offer. Accepted. Great! Slight problem that we haven’t even got our house up for sale yet, let alone sold it (but obviously they don’t know this). We haven’t done this to be disorganised, it’s just that the market in Leeds is slower than where we live at the moment, so we didn’t want to sell our house and have no-where to go. (Last time we moved I had to rough it at the in-laws. That so isn’t happening again.)

So, there’s me at 9 a.m. on Monday, haggling with our local estate agents trying to find the person who could deal with it and get it on the market the quickest. We got a (very good – yay!) valuation on Mon, with a promise that it would definitely be on the internet on Wednesday. Like a fool I took them at their word. They lied.

So, here I am on Thursday night, blood pressure sky high and both of us baying for blood. Roll on 9 a.m. I know I want everything done yesterday, but the timing is pretty crucial. The house we want won’t come off the market until we’ve sold ours and given it’s the only one we liked out of the 200 or so we’ve looked at the details for, I’ll be very pissed off to say the least. If they don’t get our house advertised properly tomorrow, we’ll end up with practically no viewings over the weekend, and even less chance of an offer. God – the stress is driving me potty and I feel properly in limbo at the moment and sorta homeless to boot! I’ve been eating carbs like wheat is going out of fashion and have even started taking the advice of Russell Grant in his horosope column. Last week he said (in a nutshell) that I am being too frugal and to get spending. I took him at his word and look what I ended up with…

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MY VERY OWN BLYTHE!!!! YAY!!!!! (And several thousand accessories that are still winging their way to me.) I’ve wanted a Blythe doll for ages but they are prohibitively expensive. But who am I to ignore the advice of the immortal Russell Grant?!? She’s a Star Dancer Blythe called Jenny Wren and I love her. The mountain of WIPs scattered around my house have remained WIPs for another week as I have set to making her lots of lovely dolly things such as this little blanket.

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We’ve had a lot of fun together but she needs a sister, so I am frantically making accessories for sale such as this sweet little strawberry hat, that can be found on my Flickr until I get round to constructing a ’shop’ page here.

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Hopefully, they’ll bring me in some pennies when I add to them over the next few weeks, and whilst dear old Russell urged me to spend, he didn’t mention anything about flogging vital organs to the black market. Plus, who’d want my liver – it’s pickled!