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Hi friends. I hope your week has started off on the right foot. Mine started nicely. I will tell you the story of the new ottoman. Last week I bought a new-to-me ottoman. I like old furniture the best. Old furniture typically has good bones. For about a year now I have been trying to ‘fix’ the random non-room between our kitchen and lounge which is like a dining room. It is a very clunky space because it has only one usable wall (the others have doors, or archways or open space). I am trying to make it into a nice reading crocheting sitting and drinking tea spot. I bought the ottoman second-hand off Trade Me (which is a New Zealand website where you can auction off stuff). I snapped it up because in good old-furniture style, it is dual-functioning. It is basically a big box with a seat on top. After MUCH reorganisation, sorting and cleaning, the space is starting to come together! Yay for Sunday’s. Yay for the sun that poured in as I cleaned. Continue reading
Hi friends and happiest of Saturdays to you! You might have wondered what happened to the monthly installment of Happy Spaces. Did it get left in Germany? Well, put simply, I just wanted to spend some time thinking about good old Happy Spaces and it’s place on The Lovely Jumble. Good news: it’s back. Better news: it’s Saturday and here are some nice things to peruse. I’m going to spend today rearranging furniture (yay!), crocheting and baking. I need a day like this. I hope you have a nice day planned too. Continue reading