Posted by Tania Kindersley.
You can see it is so bad that I did not even have time for a blog yesterday, and you know how I hate to miss a Monday. I was madly reorganising the entire downstairs loo/utility room. This is not the life of glamour I dreamed of when I was a girl.
My house is slightly curious. It is a little bit oddly laid out, and also, because it is rented, there are various things that I put up with, because I am too mean to spend the money. (Or you could say cautious and prudent, although it must be said I am not known for those particular virtues.) So: I made a nice new kitchen and built bookshelves in the drawing room, but I could not face spending a fortune on having the woodchip removed from the downstairs lav and putting up proper blinds, and changing the horrid white 1970s lavatory itself. I have learned to live with woodchip (I know; you are amazed), and, as with all things in the day to day, I don't notice it that much. Of course, the moment people are coming, I suddenly do notice, and recoil in horror and shame.
Pictures, I decided, were the answer. You should have heard the hammering and swearing. The older niece was so alarmed she rushed in to investigate. 'Pictures,' I shouted. She seemed to understand, although she left looking slightly baffled.
It's not the Louvre, but it's very slightly better than it was.
Before, I am afraid to say:
I do not think that World of Interiors shall be beating a path to my door, and I shall still have to rely on personality, but at least there is a small sense of improvement.
Do you think I am taking sharing with the group a little too far? I am so tired it is all I can think of.
There are aspects of the rest of the house that look reasonable:
But there, it was always going to be a battle against weeks of disorganisation. I have never had such a tight deadline on a book before, and I had not quite realised how much my domestic arrangements had gone entirely to pot.
The dogs, needless to say, are not amused:
More tomorrow, if I can get my poor beleaguered brain to work at all.