Parts of our house are more then a hundred years old. We have slanting floors, doors that don’t shut, and windows that don’t open.
I’ve come to realize how much has changed since our house was first built. The original structure was constructed before electricity. Most of the wiring on the first floor is the black fabric-covered stuff with the ceramic knobs. When the dishwasher and microwave are running at the same time, the breaker trips. My husband had some fun in the garage when the circuit for the lights would trip, but the one for the saw kept working. Luckily, he survived that project with all his fingers. Yikes.
In my sewing room, there is one overhead light. I was going to move my table and plug another light in. Then I discovered, there were only two outlets in the room. I’m concerned using a power strip because something electrical caused my previous sewing machine’s haunting. During the day, the lack of light isn’t a problem. But at night, it’s a different story, especially when working on black fabric. The light is always behind me, so I cast a shadow over my work. (Or over the pictures I’m trying to take for the blog.)
My husband wants to remodel the room, add a bathroom, and upgrade the electrical. While adding outlets would be great, I keep asking when he is going to win the lottery.