Sometime next month various photographers from extremely glossy magazines are coming to photograph the house/garden/airstream for a variety of house/lifestyle/small business features.
I have been putting these photographers off for about 18 months while building work went on around us, but now we pretty much have 2/3 finished house. That is enough for photographers, who to be honest aren't really ever going to be interested in the box stuffed study or supposed guest bedroom (poor guests). The upshot is that everyone seems to want to come at about the same time.
So now the panic begins - everywhere I look there are all those little jobs that tend to get put off till you move house - door handles, hooks, paint touch ups. There is also the slight issue that there is still no floor in the sun room and the outside of the house looks like the back of an industrial estate - half rough-cast, bags of rubble, neglected grass, unidentified bits of metal.
I am cheering myself up by looking at these -
Now it looks pretty much like this
and window seats
All very lovely, very reassuring - but if you turn round & point the camera the other way, the house is a mess of paint pots and half unpacked boxes.
Euan is away to buy us a letterbox this morning (only been 6 months without one). This afternoon we begin to paint the pantry shelves that will house all the tins etc. so they are no longer on the floor.
As my Mum said after she read my first appearance in a glossy - "well I won't believe anything I read in magazines now".