Eight years ago the Husband (who was then The Boyfriend) and I moved into our flat. We’d been hunting for ages, been gazumped, been fed up and finally, in my lunch break one day I’d nipped in to the estate agent’s over the road and found The One. Bigger than any other place locally. Nice Road. Not horrifically priced. The Boyfriend went to view it, an offer was made and low and behold it was ours. There was one small issue though, it was a bit of a state.
The previous owner had been an old lady and when The Then Boyfriend was shown around the property, the estate agent had refused to enter due to the stench of urine. We ripped out wet carpets, took the dead bird out of the dining room and after a couple of years even managed to get the bathroom done up and remove the old lady handles to hold onto while you do a wee. (Of course, there was the mild issue of the fire the next day which kind of messed up new bathroom, but thats another story for another day.)
The package awaits...
Anyway, throughout all of this wee soaked, messy flat, can’t ruddy afford to fix it fun, my father in law used to regularly tell us not to worry, the place had ‘lots of potential’. And, sorry Mo if you’re reading this, but IT USED TO DRIVE ME BLOODY INSANE!!!! ARGH!!!!!!! Because potential is all very well and good but without the cash to back it up it’s no ruddy good what so ever. And so as such the term having potential is always used round ours as a term of abuse rather than endearment, however, all this changed yesterday.
Because yesterday I arrived home (late, stressed, with small child that needed cleaning) to discover a package on my doorstop and despite the fact that I had small child to look after, housework to do and dinner to cook, this small parcel was there in the back of my mind, waiting for me. It was a small parcel of potential.
The contents are an order from Cookson’s I’d put in the day before (and for those not in the know, ie me a month ago, Cooksons are the shop EVERYONE uses to buy metal from) so this morning over breakfast I finally got to unwrap my goodies. Some squares that will one day become earrings, a long strip that may be a ring, a rectangle that I have no idea quite what I’m going to do with but is’t that half the fun? My thumb still hurts a bit from Monday nights class, but I’m already looking forward to the next few weeks and what these tiny bits of silver might metamorphosize into. It has some potential, lets hope I have enough to do it justice.