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Whoa! It has been a busy week! I can't believe it's the weekend already, and even the weekend is looking chockers. School starts back on Tuesday for the younger boys. These school holidays seemed to disappear into a vacuum. It wasn't so many years ago, that the holidays seemed to drag on with bored kids, and chaos and mayhem. These holidays have been low-key, but not boring.

This week - well, since last weekend - has been all about a mini renovation of the living room. Here's what it looked like before last weekend...


We started off by relieving the furniture gridlock. Over Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we passed on the bits and pieces in the picture below... Oh, a funny story! See the cabinet with the glass door, and the bust at the bottom. Well, the lady who put her hand up for the cabinet also asked if the bust was available. I had to tell her that was my dad's head that my mum had sculpted, and so, no, my dad's head was not for sale!


Next. we took the coffee table to my parents. My step-dad had built it for Dave and me when Erik and Luey were tiny. It replaced a rickety old coffee table because Erik was in the habit of climbing on the coffee table leaving us wondering how long it would be before it collapsed under him. I had stained and varnished the table, but the plan was always to sand it back once the boys had stopped using it as a stage, or to sharpen their teeth on. At the time, we couldn't have known that would be another two boys and 15 years later. Step-dad sanded away the orangey stain, a red texta scribble by Erik (don't worry, I took a photo of it first), and all manner of dents from tooth marks (I wasn't kidding about that tooth sharpening), wooden toys, cutlery, and who even wants to know what else. It came up beautifully. I was surprised to see just how lovely the wood grain was!


The stain on the legs had been too thick and looked like rust coloured paint. I hadn't sealed the legs at all because I always meant to sand them back myself, but just didn't get around to it. Step-dad sanded the legs back and this time I decided to paint them white. Dave absolutely loathes painted wood furniture, so I had to put my foot down about this decision...


Not too shabby (chic), hey? Well, not shabby at all, actually. We oiled the top with linseed and turps. I'm so happy with the end result. I think the legs really lighten to the impact of the sturdy table in the small living room area. Dave doesn't hate it either...


I couldn't wait to put a runner and candles on it as soon as we got home. It looks so Scandinavian!


By the end of the weekend the living room looked much lighter and brighter over all. It was nice to have a fresh look to start the year with. On Monday, I hung a star tea light holder I'd previously hung in the hallway the Christmas before last. The hall ceiling is so high that the led light star just seemed to disappear above our heads. In its new position, the star not only breaks up the white space, but gets to be enjoyed. I put coasters on the coffee table - for the first time ever - and we're even using them! Got to protect that new surface, you know.


All these renos were finished just in time for Harlem's first mum to visit and meet us for the first time - how serendipitous, hey? As you can see, the living room is now a great compliment to Harlem's prettiness!


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