This weekend we attempted to remove some of the madness from the spare room. By which I mean a LOT of empty boxes and things that could find a new home. We even put some things in the loft which is novel, never had one of those before. Ben ventured up there because I was a little apprehensive. I totally fell for his cry of ‘Oh my god is that a COFFIN?’… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
By the end of the day things looked like this:
In genuinely looks like we’ve done nothing, but honestly we did. A whole day of stuff! That’s how bad it was in the first place. There is still a lot of stuff in there that needs to find its real home, like the bedside tables
we found and still need to re-finish, loads of art work and boxes upon boxes (upon boxes) of CDs that need to be unpacked.
This room used to be a little baby’s room and looked much like this when we viewed the house for the first time:
It needs a bit of loving before we will be able to utilise it in the way we want to, as a study slash guest room. We need to paint the walls and the built in wardrobe doors, add curtains, clean carpets again and basically de-baby-fy it. Then the idea is put a desk in there and also bring in the sofa bed, that we are currently using as our main sofa, to house people who want to come and stay chez Hernandez-Stroud. We have a way to go yet.
One thing that is troubling me is this:
Bit depressing, right? Bit prison cell. I’m not sure if that’s just an incredibly small light fitting or if we need to find some kind of ceiling rose to cover up the lovely hole.
Either way our guests will be starting up at it for a little while longer. Alongside sleeping on a blow up bed until made.com decide to deliver our sofa. I can already see people queuing up to stay in such luxury.