In rare moments of peace and quiet, I look around the house and hope for inspiration and enthusiasm for decorating. We have the most uncomfortable sofa which is on it’s way out, so I have my chance to decorate (if I can make a decision!). The sofa was my Dad’s before he got married in 1966, and although it has been re-covered, cushions have been re-stuffed etc, it is 47 years old and leaves my with a sore, stiff back most evenings! It’s done well. It has survived me and my brothers childhood, and more impressive than that, is that it hass survived Son and Daughters (and friends) bouncing, and playing on it. Cushions have been stepping stones, it’s made a great den and has entertained them on wet days endlessly. It should be proud of it’s innings and it should be going to the scrapheap with it’s “head held high” (if it could).
Without much of a second glance we’ve found replacements! We will be getting two smaller sofas from friends who are moving overseas. This gives us the great opportunity of thinking about plastering over the artex ceiling, cleaning the carpet (after a puppy and babies) and repainting. The whole house is yellow, with door frames in a “mucky yellow”. Four years on it’s time to make our mark and de-yellow the house.
My first task with me clearing out all the unused toys – don’t tell Daughter and Son, as these will suddenly become favourtes if they see them! This will make space in the playroom for the sitting room furniture whilst we overhaul the room. I love de-cluttering and always wonder why it takes me so long to get started. So now I’m off the dump…..
This is a late entry for The Monday Club