For the last three days I have been frantically distressing our furniture. To say I am now shabby chic’ed out is an understatement! I only have the rocking chair left and what will have to wait until after Christmas because they have so many curves they are notoriously difficult to do.

I know that many are waiting for the big reveal, and I am nearly there, the curtains are up, Imelda Marcos’s shoes have been sorted (no, not mine Rich’s!) bad the giant fluff balls that were living under our bed have now gone to giant fluff ball heaven (also known as the Hoover!) all I have to do is hoover the bed itself, in case Mr Fiberglass is lurking there (see previous posts if you have not read about this decorating adventure) and then I will be making the bed, putting the ten thousand cushions on it, and sleeping…

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