Oh man. If the aardvark was a real live living aardvark, it would have totally have died of neglect and exposure and starvation and many other things that kill in a slow and debilitating manner over the last couple of months.
Any semblance of creativity has been totally smooshed out of my brain with a frying pan called 'I have a day job'. Work always seems to go stupid at the pointy end of the calendar and this year was no exception. I find myself entertaining fantasies of unexpected and stupendous wealth on a daily basis. Not so I could have heaps of
things, but so I could have heaps of
time.
However, I have been loving the little pockets of light in my new house and at least have some photos that I have been having fun playing with. Here are some.
And on the first day of my holidays, I sprang out of bed with the urgent and all too familiar I-must-move-furniture-around-immediately feeling and have finally configured our dining room in a way that works.These kinds of pressing furniture placement issues are generally consuming my brain when I am not thinking about my day job. Which I am not even sure if I want anymore. But that is a whole other barrel of cranky monkeys.
The dining room has been tricky from the start of the new house. It has a hilarious chandelier which is obviously a great start, and french doors and high ceilings so you know, it's not like it hasn't got things going for it. But every time I walked in there I felt like someone jabbed me in the eyeball with a fork. It was not right. It was wrong.
But now I think it is finally looking like a friendly place to be. It's still not quite there, I'm not convinced that in it's heart it's a white room. Gold maybe? Or red? What do you think?
I love our new house. It makes me happy.
