Getting their own home, finally!

When we moved into our current home, my daughter was a wee baby, not yet sitting up. There was a lot of stuff that was unfinished. Not enough furnishing, for one. We lived out of two wardrobes and sundry suitcases. Slept on mattresses laid on the floor, rolled up during the day. Our television was kept on the floor. We had inherited the cane sofa set and dining table plus chairs - brought over from our earlier rented house. The only proper woodwork that we had done before moving in was the kitchen. That was essential, and the rest- we just thought we'd get it done by-and-by.

By-and-by didn't happen for 12 years. We just made do. There was too much happening. A baby growing up. Many ups and downs. A year outside the country. Frequent overseas trips for the husband, who wasn't around for a large enough chunk of time for all this work to be done. We were sure we didn't want to buy stuff ready-to-use from stores - it needed to be custom made. And in the meantime, our books collected by the sackful. They slowly took up most of our wardrobe space, spilled over onto every surface available, into every room, even the kitchen and the bathrooms. They took over the house much like the wilderness that took over the grounds of Manderlay in Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca. (This, I've taken from one of my FB status updates about the books)

My beloved books. They really needed to be housed more respectfully. We also needed to make a host of other furnishings. So, after so many years, we finally have the workers in the house. They are creating a library of bookshelves in a spare room we have, where I have always imagined myself settling down to read, surrounded by my books looking out at me, with the light streaming in through the three large windows. There will also be shelves in each of the rooms in the house, including a huge one on a 15 foot wall in the hall.

Looking forward to that.