If anyone has been to the property, there are so many sheds and quaint outbuildings, it is confusing to say the least. It is no wonder husband Bruce and myself frequently forget where we put things. Also I am known to be fairly clumsy and my last attempts to retrieve something, meant that I bruised my arm for weeks.
For ages I had been asking Bruce to get down a rustic, old handmade ladder that was mounted high in one of the garages. Being a pragmatic sort of person, I had immediately located what I could do with it. In reading glossy country magazines for my new life, I came across a delightful idea for a bathroom or guest bedroom.
Mounted against a wall, I could imagine thick soft towels on each rung, welcoming guests as they arrived.
While in France, we bought cotton quilts and posted them back to Australia such was my penchant for linen. I could also imagine my printed quilts softly folded on the rungs of the ladder in a guest bedroom.
Once the ladder was taken down from the shed, 4 coats of timber polish were applied and because Christmas was coming I joked that I would buy a blow up Santa and prop him on the side of the house on the ladder. Adult children did not find this amusing so I went back to plan A!
It is good to shake things up a bit, don't you think!
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