A hammer, googles, mask ...

heavy duty gloves sent up along with replacements by a Dad... the side of times when I not spoke or wrote of demolishing things. Dad was unable to come himself to assist. He was in the middle of those cancer treatments that leave you weak to do anything but hope to recover from the eat within. 

And then this came to a halt when a series of events were to muddle me up some more. I had even contemplated a trompe l'oeil fireplace, where the gas boiler upgrade left me without a lounge focal point. 

No such happenings, a rare brief burst of inspired decor gone as quickly as the initial thought. Another enjoyable task in life diminished to the realms of horror. The burst of refreshing the decor gave immense enjoyment once, gone again. This time back to July last year when we came together to make an indent start on a room I failed to enjoy. 

The curtains changed in a clearance sale. The floor space appearing that I can at least lay down a bit of colour on the black concrete floor. This entices me in a dank area of things that are giving up delights along with the strange behaviours of a list mind. 

All a little more regular in honing into the daily trials, the errors of integrating back into social interaction. I still have days where I rather curl up, I do find a lot outside off putting now. The scenario I face ridiculous to me. 

A time where this week has seen the red lines in place outside the supersonic store of town stopping the shopping trolleys beyond this boundary. 

I once used these trolleys to shift belongings from place to place, like a homeless person. When I could not live in a home paid for. A time when nonsense of a silly season did indeed made me homeless ... 

The tempt in design

to approach the dismal room still in whole of yuck. The inspiring search to see some change in decor ... The swift needs to feel better, whilst my own sewing lays dormant for now. 

I have had blackened hands, I only hope the spores are not inside of me. The cobwebs that I have felt against my exposed skin. The dust disturbed and other in deterioration when one cannot do weekly or daily chores. The gear needed in such tasks, when it builds up. 

The way to tackle the feel and ambiance to entice me in a room. The swift change in style of decorating the window area, a start. The nature inspired sheer material panel of  .... 

... strands in weeping willow strands decorating the curtains in a frame of artistic pleasure ... The green fringing of trees lacing pools of ponds, lakes, homes in the lush green. A flowing theme of these trees. The window dressing now has a glistening look of these willows ... from those prior inspired travels once installed in a pleasurable home once had here. 

The tape measure is now out for the coming months design in plans for the appearing floor space back, too. I have ideas, whether it would will be another matter. 

The one wall access to get an ombré effect in the the patch painting needed too, in speed during the slow process of the rooms in this particular one, later in early Spring. The inspired to move through the ugly muck of hoarding. The Tuscan walls of depth, more appealing than flat walls. The time needed on removal before accessing the whole decor in these rooms. I used to love changing the rooms in style of reclaiming preloved, or office furniture of others toss. I have a sturdy table, a cabinet still standing, this came nearly new when a particular tea producing company an in law member worked at in Public Relations discarded ... they were refurbishing the office space. Yet again. These refurbishment often, sometimes the waste was allowed to be redistributed... the days long before the recycling was more for a certain type of nomadic or green campaigns long before it became the thing ... 

A table too, of really good quality where the legs unscrew, easy to move condensed for decorating times. It is really useful for it is spacious enough to have metres of cloth to cut and sew.