I can think of no better way of wasting time, when I should be cleaning the cottage and clearing up from the chaos of what seems to be every morning before school round here, than grabbing a coffee from my fave coffee house and having a mooch around the shops on my own…a couple of nice homey shops…a surf store for Christmas presents…and a couple of treasure hunting shops…just to top it all off nicely.
And one morning this week I got away with an hour or so of doing that, revelling in a light drizzling in the rain, after the heat of earlier this week…I savour these times
Of course, don't often come home with much, as needs must at the moment, but today I scored this old first aid box. It surely had my name on it, or rather the WC's…
I'm happy with it like this, flaking paint and rust and rather than being put to use it will, most probably, be wall art right above the door in that tiny room…I love this little box, something so cheering about the it, the kinda suggestion of days gone past perhaps?
So I'll give it a bit of a clean and get Mr BC to put it up this weekend and finally, skirt, no skirt, painted pipes or not, I will draw a line under the Powder Room and take comfort in the fact that many of you sent me notes to say that oh yeah your grossness was a whole lot worse than mine!
My main task for the next week or so is to get a few things sorted for Christmas, I have no choice but to get my act together early this year (have an extremely busy December coming up) and number one priority will be to get the vintage doors found last weekend, not only painted but hung…now that really could be an interesting time here with Mr BC and I trying to get that job done together ;-)
I'm sure you'd like to be a fly on the wall.