As part of sparkly VikLit’s happy bloghop, Celebrate The Small Things,
I’ve been challenged to talk about the small things which make us happy. And I
happen to have some big news about a small project which took on unprecedented
proportions but is today, finally, finished.* It’s my beautiful, re-painted,
re-furbished and inflated (it really wasn’t this big before) study. And
its wonderful calm and cleanliness is making me supremely happy. Work, you say?
Bring it on!
*Ok, it isn’t completely finished, (I
only started on the project five months ago and did you ever hear about Rome?) as
my notice boards still need to be hung up. Essential as they are, they will
make the study seem a little more cluttered again so today I’m going to call it
finished and show you a picture before we all start to unpick the good
work.
‘Sorting Out The Study’ had been on
our to-do list since we moved into this house eight years ago and finally, we
had a date: December 2012. Meanwhile, in November, I would, ‘clear it out’. I
took the job very seriously, sifting through the junk, every photo and every piece
of paper in my determination to keep only the absolutely essential. The five
months the task took I blame on the ‘photo box’, reams of my teenager’s
pre-school artwork, my slightly baffling need to keep copies of every freelance
project ever worked and several notes to boot and, ah yes, the diaries I wrote
between the age of 13 and 23. But all that work! It would be such a shame if
nobody read them from cover to cover, wouldn’t it?
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| New desk beginnings. |
There was a gremlin in our plans. With
the hugely expensive debacle of the boiler in December, as detailed in A Damp and a Freeze A Damp and a Freeze, I’d put the new study on the *back-burner* for a while. However,
my very lovely and equally handy husband, who likes few things more than an
excuse to browse an internet auction site which begins with ‘E’ and ends in ‘bay’,
secretly sourced some end-of-line wood officially assigned to kitchen work
surfaces and set about building a desk and shelving. He paid £400 for the wood.
The nice man at the wood merchant’s, who agreed to saw the pieces down to size for
a few pennies in the ‘beer pot’, assured hubbie, with much in-taking of breath and
nose-tapping, that we would normally have paid five times as much.
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| Nearly there. |
With some careful planning of how to
re-use parts of the old desk and re-arrange some of the existing cupboards, and with
the purchase of one pot of paint and two packs of dye for the curtains, the
entire job came to less than £500. Wasn’t that the budget for Changing Rooms?
And not a staple in sight.
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| Et voila! Note to self: tidy pc cables. |
Every day’s a school day, as my
French friend frequently quotes and this is what I’ve learnt, or perhaps been
reminded of, over the past five months of the Study Job.
Even if the tax man says, ‘Keep
This’ with a demonic point of his stubby cigar of a finger, it doesn’t mean you
have to keep a record of every pencil ever bought since 1998. Ditto electricity
statements, last year’s totally defunct house insurance and the MOT certificate
for the car you sold three years ago.
It’s so much easier to discard
children’s artwork if it can be left alone for ten years after its production (NB. Factor
browsing and cooing time into its disposal).
Photos which do not make it to the
photo album do not need to be destroyed and thus should not heap guilt onto the
shoulders of the principal house keeper on every sight of the bulging box. Ok,
boxes. Indeed, the small house required to store them should be off-set against
the great waves of reminiscent joy on their re-discovery. However, easy access
is not required, and frankly not conducive to the industrious purpose of a
study, so a dusty corner of the loft might be a more suitable place for their
housing (loft conversions may be possible).
A4 plastic wallets were of far
superior quality in the good old days, as were cardboard index dividers. Gosh,
things were made to last in the much maligned nineties!
Notice boards benefit from a clear
out, rather than an additional box of pins.
It’s ok not to be able to get rid
of cherished favourite novels but they don’t need to be on sight for you to
know they’re there. Double rows of books are perfectly acceptable.
Just because something doesn’t
have a specific purpose, doesn’t mean it does not have a place in a room where
many hours are spent. Although, for the greater good, it is reasonable to
fabricate a use to help the husband’s understanding – the door hanging heart,
for example, would it double up as a stencil?
I have a lot of notebooks. I’ve
spoken of my love of notebooks here before. It will be a sad day for me if
I-pads, smartphones, tablets etc. etc. usurp the art of hand-writing. I know I
should embrace the times but I’ve always been something of a luddite, way
before I reached three score years and something. Besides, they do look pretty,
don’t they?
I hope you’ve had a happy week and may
all your projects be fun ones which unexpectedly take half of the allocated time!
Today I’m Celebrating Small, as in briefly, if that’s a concept
within my capabilities, because really, this is much more of the celebrating
medium variety, if not, the humongously large.
Charlie Wade, my blogging friend who loves a good rant now
and again and boy, does he rant brilliantly, kindly asked me to guest blog on
his site this week so I’m over there talking about Stories for Homes, mushy
peas and dubious acting skills. Please pop over if you have a minute Charlie's Blog - Batteries Aren't Included.
