An Adventure in Re-purposing
One of the challenges of this whole clergy spouse malarkey is having to reinvent yourself every time your partner gets a new job. Maybe it was simpler back in the days when clergy wives (as we all were then) had an obvious role. That was the era of hire one, get one free. Your husband got a new parish, you slid in beside him to rule the new flower rota with a smile and a rod of iron. But I'm betting it wasn't that simple, even in those days. We all have our different coping strategies when our domestic world is turned briefly upside down. Gin is an obvious one, but it has its limitations. There is also paint. Paint is safer than gin in most contexts. (The obvious exception being a gin sling.) Paint is my go to coping mechanism. Back in April of this year*, when we first came to look round the new house, I had a brief crisis in the kitchen. It had a built-in dresser. 'But where will I put MY dresser?' I wailed. My kitchen dresser I was disappointed