Scots vernacular - Turravee; a wild, extravagant mood, a strange turn, an odd notion or fancy
The other day I took a turravee and decided to re-organise my workroom craft room.
Again.
I've lost count of how many times I've done this over the 20 years we've lived in this house, but each time I do, I'm convinced that it will be the last one and that the room will be absolutely perfect.
An oasis of creative calm, with a place for everything and everything in its place. Will I NEVER learn?
Scene: Sandra's craft room. I've pulled everything out of all the miscellaneous boxes and drawers and am standing on the only free 30cm square of space, looking around disconsolately. A small furry presence gradually materialises in the doorway....
Small Dog (for it is she): Bluddy hell murm.... whott is itt ThISs tyme? Ai karnt evin gett inn and aim nonkorpawreal!
Me:*quickly clearing a space on the chair* Oh SD. Am I glad to see you! Well, as you can see I'm...
SD: *interrupting* Ai kan sea whott yure doen. Maken a unnholey mes ass yewsule.
Me:*dispiritedly* Well, yes. I started to tidy up and it got out of hand.
SD: *sceptically* Fourgiv me... aim kno eckspert on tydien upp butt shudent the rume luke bettr aftur?
Me: *quietly* Yes. Yes it should. And it will. I'm in that no woman's land between making the mess and resolving it.
SD: *quizzically* Hmm... and houws thatt goen?
Me: *resignedly* Badly. I need more storage and...
SD:*implacably* KNO! Yue du knott nead moar stoarij. Yue nead less StUF! Ai thott yue wer dounsighsen?
Me:*warily* I am. But I now run a craft group, plus I'm going to take up dressmaking again and I DO NEED STUFF!
SD: *astonishedly* DrESMaKeN?!?! Yure goen to maik kloaths?
Me: *assertively* Yes. I used to make my own clothes when I was in my teens and now that I'm retired I'd like to take it up again. It's so much easier now... lots of YouTube videos and tutorials, many more shortcuts, sewing aids and gadgets.
SD:
Me:
SD *carefully* Hmm... ar yue shure? Ai meen... yure a odd shaip. Sortt of rownd with bitts sticken owt. Ar shaipliss saks in fashun att the momint?
Me: *huffily* Right, that's enough. I'll admit that haute couture tailoring is beyond my skillset, but I'm sure I can knock up a flattering jumpsuit, or flowing trousers and tops. Shorts even. I'm going to make some for my holiday.
SD: *sniggering* Okai.... butt doant sai ai dident worrn yue. Inn the meentym, yude bettr starrt kleerin up thiss mes.
Me:*crestfallen* A little bit of encouragement wouldn't go amiss SD. I know I'm always coming up with madcap ideas and hairbrained schemes, but I will keep it simple and I'm sure I can manage to make a few nice outfits in my newly re-organised sewing room.
SD: *gently* Yess aim shure yue wil. Ai wos onlie pullen yure legg. Yue ar alwais veri kreativ and when yue starrt sumthen yue alwais see it thrue. Ai luke forwerd to seein yore knue owtfitts.
Me: *resolvedly* Thank you SD. I will take all you've said on board and look forward to revealing my holiday wardrobe in due course. In the meantime I need to order some pretty storage boxes for all my sewing stuff. So lovely to see you....
SD gradually fades away, and Sandra quietly closes the door on the mess and sets about some online retail therapy.....
