aRt!

I have nothing but our dream house on the brain. Sad but true. I've spent huge chunks of the past 2 days mentally arranging and rearranging our furniture in that other space. In my mind it all flows so seamlessly. And I'm allowing myself to dream of things I've scarcely dared to dream of in a long, long time. 

We won't be painting walls for a few years (indeed there's no need to) yet I've been fantasising over colours and textures ...and fabric! for gorgeously lush curtains. And I will have a room of my own in which to make things and I'd never have to put things away again! o.k. I'll keep it tidy but only because that's my nature not because I have to. We can finally fasten our sometimes rickety bookcases to the wall - something we've never done because we've been renting for yonks! we're not comfortable drilling holes in other people's walls. Ditto for pictures and other wall art. 

Oh aRt! I'm thinking a Dali print for the top of the stairs. At last I will get that enlargement I've been lusting after for the spot above the mantel. And all those bits and pieces I've accumulated over the years will finally see the light of day!