From manic to mindful, and back again

Renovating puts all kinds of pressure on my fragile brain. First there was the decision-making, choosing colours and floors and skirting shapes and cupboards and handles and all sorts. Every single little thing - will it look good? With the immense range on offer, is that really what we want? And will it match with everything else?

Then there was the planning. Finding the right people for each job, and fitting it all into the schedule. But if the kitchen is being fitted that week, it means we can't fit the carpet until after that work is done. And if the laminate is going down on Friday, I must make sure all the ceilings, walls, skirtings, doors and doorframes are painted and dry. And oh, the floorboards must sit in the room for three days beforehand to acclimatise. Do we have enough paint? Do we have enough brushes? On and on.

For a neurotic OCD worrier like myself, it's hard to switch off. My head is constantly spinning with to-do lists and seeking to assure myself that I haven't made some epic mistake. I'm also walking a fine tightrope in trying to find a way to enjoy the present, disorder and dust and all, rather than just looking forward to it all being done. Well hey, at least spring is here and we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And we're still loving having a sofa 😁 #redefiningluxury

Majsa x