We are deep in the middle of a huge house makeover and kitchen extension project at the moment. This poor Victorian semi doesn’t quite know what’s hit it and as a result all of our stuff has been completely misplaced.
The studio at the bottom of the garden is just a broken window away from being classed as derelict and is being used as storage for building materials and things waiting for space in the skip. Both spare bedrooms are being used for storage of stuff that should be in the studio or in the kitchen. And we have no kitchen… no oven, no table, no dishwasher, no back door and I’m told that after today we may well have no sink, no worktops and no washing machine either. And the new kitchen isn’t being installed until the end of May. HAHAHA *crazy nevous laugh* So if you’re wondering why it looks like I’m eating my hot cross buns on the bedroom floor then it’s largely because I am. The lounge has become our temporary office, dining room and soon to be kitchen, while our master bedroom with its lovely big bright bay window has become the only place of relaxing refuge in this disheveled homestead. Even the roughly sheared linen “curtains” that are being held up by drawing pins and tied back with one of my old lace scarfs are looking chic compared with the carnage in the rest of the house. But it’s all fine because my excitement for this new kitchen is unmeasurable. There is literally no scale for it. The moment I am reunited with my recipe book collection, spiralizer and coffee dripper and am allowed to tear the paper off the items in the ‘New Kitchen Stuff’ box, will indeed be one of sheer joy.
So, for the time being I’m finding pleasure at home wherever I can – be it enjoying the sight of a pretty bowl of Cadbury’s mini eggs on a sunny day or finding some little ledge of surface somewhere that I can sneak a jug full of the stolen cherry blossoms on to (I did ask the lovely grounds man at the rec before I pinched them).
Needless to say, I haven’t done any baking for Easter. Instead I marched myself down to Hambleton Bakery and bought what can only be described as a sack of hot cross buns which I’m dutifully making my way through and dreaming of a future Easter’s when I can bake my very own.
This weekend we will mostly be sanding selves and painting doors, and at the points in between I imagine there may be some moderate drinking and heavy chocolate consumption; all of which I’m very much looking forward to.
Wishing you all a wonderful and relaxing Easter weekend, whatever you may be doing.