In the middle of winter I am comfy in my little bubble of woolly jumpers sometimes hand made and with the fire on watching antiques roadshow, being a lazy sod and just languishing in log burner warmth and knitting needles ...
but come March I am itching to get the garden cleared see the bulbs and cut the grass. It is invariable too cold and miserable, so I just look forlornly out the window and dream of long sunny days. I turn myself to clearing the grubbiness of winter living. How could I have missed the giant cobweb in the loo for months? The light levels were low and restful and now I am fraught with the fear that I have been ruthlessly judged by visitors for being a slattern.
I do somewhat like the catharsis that comes with clearing the house of winters' laziness - that deep clean is refreshing and made all the more pleasing by ' purdy and figg' ...I freaking love that stuff, but best of all is the run to the charity shop with the clothes that just need moved on.
The teenager in this house is OBSESSED with vinted so she's quite handy if there is anything of value, though I am yet to see any cash make it from the sales of my stuff into my bank account . I am promised she has it in her savings account for uni, however the reciprocal vinted packages that arrive would say otherwise.
I have relaxed into having a cleaner - always seeing it as not being able to manage on your own in your own house. It felt a bit indulgent, and self important . However as I work at home it became paramount, as I would just find myself doing the loos instead of sorting out my office or sending invoices ( I hate sending them- can I say that ?). So the lovely Mimi is not an indulgence she is a necessity as I try to grow this business.
Priorities priorities
For us in Scotland , the promise of a few consecutive days of sunshine, rather than persistent downpours, is what truly spurs me into action to clear out and get out and I now have the added excuse of weeding or cutting the grass to steal my time. So it is a perpetual toss up between sitting at the desk, doing a bit of a spring clean or getting the cushions out of storage and onto the garden furniture, filling the bird feeders, sweeping the patio . All so that I can pretend we live in Spain for 1 hour in June - I even. made this parasol so that I wasn't sitting with that ubiquitous green of garden centre brollies to give me that sense of holiday in my own back garden...it was a nightmare I made so many mistakes. NEVER AGAIN .
We all know that when the sunshines Glasgow is OUT OUT - and then the next day its electric blankets on and rain gear. So as Gran always said "make hay while the sunshines" and since that is one random Tuesday usually during the kids exams I have made the executive decision to not get stressed if I linger for too long at the door taking in the rays and sod the washing basket I have just tripped over for the 3rd consecutive day .
SO the bottom line is this ...
I will get the work done, but if you find me on a summer day with the windows open and on a chair in the garden ... be kind, don't judge the mess indoors or the bags ready to go to the charity store. Come and join me in the sun and I will give you wine and bad chat, then steal your specs so you cant see the dust.
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