We reclaimed the living room this week. Progress, that’s what I call it.
We hung paintings and the mirror over the fireplace, rehung the paintings and the mirror because they were too high (one of the pitfalls of a tall husband who sees “high” at a different height than me), then spackled and repainted the nail holes….
Then we tried this rug …
And then this rug …
And then Molly dragged her pillow in and flopped it on the rug, and so we decided she was sending us a message … and we kept this rug in the living room. It also reflects light better. The silk oriental rug is in the conservatory for now.
And the temperature started rising slowly, and by Sunday it was 19C! The hyacinths are blooming!
I am so happy to have my favourite fruit bowl back on the table, too. It’s made by Pool Pottery, and was a gift during a visit to Canterbury many years ago.
Tomorrow the granite worktop will be fitted, Wednesday Steve-the-Electrician returns to connect the oven, microwave, and the pop-up sockets, Thursday Donald-the-plumber-and-gas-man connects up the hob, tidy-up pipes under the sink, connect up the dishwasher.
And then there’s the suntube-skylight to be fitted and the new stair rail and spindles, and the spindles have gone missing somewhere in southeast England. Oh the joyfulness of it all!