It’s been a hectic and stressy few days. I don’t feel like I’ve had a minute to myself and self care has been very thin on the ground *sighs*
Back in 2007 I bought a brass sign from eBay as I wanted something to put up in our (then) hallway. I’d always planned to paint it black (I’m not a fan of brass) but moved before I’d even got chance to decorate. It was a Victorian town house…a renovation project that I loved…the rest of the family didn’t lol. The only thing holding the house up was the woodchip wallpaper and we soon realised it was a far too big a job for us. So we cut our losses and moved. The sign came with us…
Since then we’ve moved a further three times (two rentals) until we found this place five years ago…another renovation project, but one we were confident we could tackle. The house was finally finished last year and so I dug out my sign. It’s been sitting on a shelf in my study, waiting to be painted since September. So with the house on the market (thank you so much Covid, or should that be the UK Government I should thank!) I thought it would be nice to finally hang it up. Sunday afternoon I got the spray paint out. I haven’t done anything with paint for months, and it felt so good being creative, even if it was just using some black spray paint lol. It came out really well. It’s so shiny it looks like its been enameled 😊
Yesterday we got the call we’d hoped for, and dreaded at the same time. An offer on the house which we’ve accepted. For a moment I completely forgot and asked my husband to put my sign up on the staircase wall. He pointed out that there was no point and that I should just pack it up and take it with us, in the hopes that, one day, I’ll be able to put it up in another house.
All these years, all this time…ha ha ha…I have to laugh or I’ll cry. But now I’m thinking I should put the sign up…let the new owner have it. For me, home has always been about the people in it…I don’t need a sign to tell me that 😊