Ah - when this was my bible.
Now it may surprise you but this is what I aspired to some years ago.
But after many years of running a 3 star bed and breakfast, (which I fought and lost to make four star,) I gave up. I gave up cooking three course evening meals, I gave up ironing, I gave up welcoming all and sundry through my front door. Greeting them with with a full on smile as they were the most important person in my world. No longer. (Tho anyone coming through my door is still the most important person as I have invited them!)
But, I read all the blogs, I read about people making things, growing things, weeding, saving money, menu planning, and I look round and think........
So every so often I feel that surge of energy and bring out the vinegar, the bicarb, the beeswax, and go berserk.
So, this morning, I blitzed all the leather settees and chair (the D.P.'s chair).
Beeswaxed the window sill in the sitting room.
E clothed every surface. (All paintings for sale!)
Including the 'orrid shiny surfaces in the Dining Room (inherited I hasten to add.) But then, in there we have a fridge, freezer, in addition to the ones in the kitchen. Wine coolers x two, lots of storage space for cutlery, crockery, glasses, booze, games, cds, coffee maker, my piano, so not all that bad really.
Cleaned and polished my lovely style icon light, are you taking note Mum!? Piano, and cat, on leather recliner, well who better, cats are good at reclining are they not.
More of the b***** shiny stuff.
Thats it then for a while.
Collapsed down the shedudio.
Waiting for paint to dry on various works in progress had another go with the charcoal.
Never be the Perfect Housewife, do I care? No.