Whenever I hear the word ‘dust’ I immediately think of the Little Britain sketch with the irrepressible Fat-Fighting Marjorie Dawes;
‘Dust. Anybody? No?
But over the last couple of months ‘Dust’ has taken on a totally new meaning.
There seems to be dust everywhere.
My she-shed is still full of dust.
It’s certainly looking more room-like (than shed-like) but the surfaces are covered in a very fine layer of dust and — no matter how much I vacuum or clean — it just seems to settle back as quickly as I’ve wiped it away.
And now the dust is creeping into the house too as, this week, we’re having the hall, stairs and landing painted — in readiness for the new carpets that are going down next week — plus this morning we also had the electricians in.
And whilst I’ve finally got my lovely new lights up in the dining room — and a new socket on one of the walls — this has also kicked up even MORE dust.
Marjorie would have a field day in our house.
We’ve also recently been making plans for an extension to our kitchen but the thought of even more dust (on a very grand scale) is filling me with horror!! We’ve renovated 3 houses before moving to the one we’re in and it’s been lovely, over the 5 years we’ve been here, not having to do anything structural.
So, to cheer myself up, I’ve created a dining room makeover moodboard, just to serve as a little reminder of how lovely it will be when it’s finished.
The walls are being painted (as we speak) in various shades of ‘Welcome‘ (Welcome Pale for the most of it and Welcome Deep in the wall up the stairs) by Little Greene and I’m going to give the fireplace a lick of white paint too.
Lovely new Berber carpets are being laid next week, so the threadbare floorcovering that came with the house will finally be getting it’s marching orders.
But, best of all, I’ve decided to repaint our dining room table and chairs — that are currently a revolting shade of
Fagnolia ‘Country Cream’ — in a lovely fresh white shade, and replace the tired, beige cushions that were meant to be a temporary measure.
Needless to say, ‘temporary’ turned into years and they’ve now long outstayed their welcome.
The inherited plaster uplighters have be replaced by lovely white fisherman style wall lights from Laura Ashley and, all in all, just a couple of little changes are going to make the world of difference.
I’d sort of lost sight of the end goal and was getting a little too worked up about the mess (and dust) to remember just why we were doing it in the first place.
But this has set me on the right track again.
Eyes on the prize.
Give it a couple of weeks and I’ll have forgotten what all of the fuss was about.