DIY Day: Of screwdrivers, stigmata and that Swedish store

A disembodied hand folding an IKEA magazine

One day last week I looked around me at the piles of newspapers, manila folders, books and binders scattered over the floor in my bedroom/study  and took a deep breath. I’ve been sleeping, working and eating in this room for the past few months.

My brain is a lockdown-induced jumble of broken resolutions.

The freedom of working from home has turned me into a combination of jellyfish and goldfish – lacking in backbone and unable to retain a plan for more than three seconds. I can’t put it off any longer. I need order in my life.

Kids, I’m going to IKEA. If I’m not back by midnight, send out a search party.

A disembodied hand folding an IKEA magazine
Photo by billow 926 on Unsplash

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Music for simple minds

Violin resting on sheet music

Since lockdown began six (or is it seven?) millenia ago, I have begun to realise how reliant I am on the companionship of sound, and of classical music in particular.

Violin resting on sheet music

I wake up to Russell Torrance and his gentle Scottish brogue on Classic FM, then move on to my late father’s classical music CD collection for the rest of my working-from-home day. Once meticulously filed in alphabetical order in his study, it’s now a jumbled pile in his old bedroom – my current retreat. I sift through it for old favourites – the B for Bach, H for Handel and M for Mozart sections were always heavily weighted on Dad’s shelves – and spend hours every day of this 21st century pandemic immersed in 18th century music.

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The Long Distance Grandmother

Regular readers may have seen this story on various social media platforms but it is reproduced here in celebration of the new-look DIY Woman, becoming a grandmother and the light at the end of the lockdown tunnel.

Greyhound on the beach leaping with joyBeing a long distance grandmother has its compensations. Every morning since corona-lockdown, I’ve woken to images of my son and his young family managing their splendid self-isolation in northern NSW. There are five of them and they’re in this together: mother, father, toddler, newborn and Norman. (Norman is a greyhound but try convincing him.)

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