Hello ‘shabbilicious’ friends,
It’s lovely to be back after having a couple of weeks away from my blog whilst I moved house.
First, I must say a huge thank you to the lovely ladies who have guest posted in my absence. . . weren’t their projects exceptional!!!
If you missed them, please take a look. . .
I honestly can not thank these ladies enough!!
The past few weeks have been quite eventful . . . some of it good . . . some not so good!!!
Time… is a great healer. . . with the passage of time we can look back on a bad situation and recall it in a better light.
In fact, this weekend I was able to recall one of our ‘bad situations’ with a certain amount of jocularity.
And I can tell you that was not the case a few weeks ago!!
Anyone who has ever put their home up for sale knows only too well that this qualifies as one of life’s hell moments.
The whole notion of keeping the family home perfectly presented for weeks on end and enduring endless inspections and people invading your home is enough to unhinge even the most stable person.
I’m pretty sure that I had arrived at that precise ‘unhinged’ moment in time a few weeks back. . . 5 minutes before an open for inspection to be exact.
Naturally, I blame my husband for the whole hullabaloo that lead to the ‘bad situation’.
It was he who gave the dog a small bowl of left over spaghetti bolognaise, just minutes before prospective buyers were due to descend on our home.
While this gourmet and garlicky Italian staple may be a family favourite, the same cannot be said for our old dog who disappeared to our bedroom moments later to regurgitate the contents of her stomach. . . on our bed cover!
There it was. . . a bright red tomato-y stain at the end of the bed.
I know your first thought would be to rip that cover off and quickly change it for a fresh one.
That was my first thought too. . . until I remembered in my big pre-sale clean up I thought it was a good idea to dispose of all unwanted linen. With plans to buy new linen for my next house I assumed one cover would see us through for a bit. . . WRONG!
Okay, so this was probably the moment where I may have become ‘unhinged’. I’m told that I rushed around like a maniac, cleaning the cover and screaming jibberish. . . although I’m pretty sure my jibberish was in fact plain English mixed with despair and panic.
Awesome cleaning aside, that stain was not coming out of the bed cover and now I also had a big old wet patch as well.
With only a minute or two to spare my daughter armed with a hairdryer did her best to dry the cover while I searched the linen cupboard for something to hide the stain.
And that’s how the pale blue throw rug came to be nonchalantly draped across the end of our bed. . . just as the first people rocked up the driveway.
So here we are a few weeks on . . . . my house was sold pretty quickly . . . in fact, the buyers came through on that same ‘bed disaster’ day and we agreed on a short settlement.
Since then we’ve packed, moved and unpacked and now with the passage of time I can look back on that crazy day and smile. Thankfully, a pretty bedroom vignette was enough to stop people lifting the pale blue throw rug to reveal the horrid red satin. . . and my shame!!
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