We took the ‘Man Loft’ by the horns this weekend.
There was only ever going to be one way to do this.
There is simply no time to be lily-livered.
I have surpassed my own expectations and have gone from a hoarder to a hurler (check out the arms below if you don’t believe me).
And oh how therapeutic this weekend been.
The whole house has been like a building site but my *soul is beautifully cleansed.
*Note to self – too much Shakespeare on a Friday night is not good for a loft review
So here I am on my tea break surveying the efforts of my project management. If I’m going to do manual labour, tea is an essential. Well actually, tea is essential full stop.
Notice I’m doing the unthinkable here and instead of showing a picture of my hot steaming Latte, I’m showing a picture of me steaming in the extra hot loft drinking my tea looking – well, Lofty.
Credit : Industrial Lighting courtesy of Iron Man
I always ask myself whether posts are going to hit the right note and be of interest before publishing. Lofts are a bit of a dry subject and there is nothing special about mine but I’m guessing you have one too or have been on this same journey and I hope that you will humour me with this series.
So upon realising he is about to lose some vital man space, Iron Man has entered into the spirit of cash in the attic and having realised he has got some pretty top retro gaming equipment, he is up and down the ladder quicker than you can shout ‘I’ll take it’.
And whilst he is caught up with the world trading markets, I am taking the opportunity to get some organisation going on in the space that he has called home for all these years.
I’m guessing there’s going to be some kind of mourning period for him as we say goodbye to the loft ladder for the last time but we are ready to catch him when he falls.
This loft is testament to the fact that I love a lever arch file. My passion for a course is evident here.
And of course there were going to be ‘finds’.
This is the tankard presented to me when I moved on from my time in the Harrier Project Office at the Ministry of Defence. Oh how I loved it there. The tankard was a rite of passage presented to those that had successfully achieved membership of the Friday lunchtime drinking club. In my early 20s, I joined the service men and women for a weekly tour of some of London’s finest public houses. I wonder where they all are now.
And then there was the floristry business and my little van. A real life lesson on how to go to Plan B when Plan A fails – and quickly. Some wonderful support from family and friends for which I will always be grateful. Lots of shoe leather, sweat and tears and recoveries from doors closing in the face. And then success.
And the opportunity to provide flowers for some wonderful weddings, events and venues including The Queen’s House and London Zoo. These are photos of photos so the quality is not great.
My little business which I started after quitting many years of work in the City.
I kept going through to my seventh month of pregnancy where size dicated that I was no longer able to climb into the mystery machine.
And then for a few months after The Kid arrived.
Talking of which, here she comes ……….
Look at all of that clear space! I still cannot imagine it being a bedroom though.
And then some oldies and goodies.
A chocolate box belonging to my mother and father. Used by my father for paperwork after the chocolates had been eaten. He was a very organised man but also loved to keep things in case they came in handy. There is a lesson here.
Really cute to see that they had written their names next to their favourites. Nuts for dad and Aero and soft centres for mum. That never changed. With Coffee Cream and Turkish Delight being the poor relations, not much has changed there either.
And as was the East End way, the beautiful wedding china – saved for best. 22 carat gold. One can only imagine how precious it must have been to receive these. They are too good to be in the loft but then there is the fear of breakage.
I need to give some thought to where in the house they can be safely displayed.
So that is the first cut – still a way to go but we are on a roll now.
I have found it very easy to clear and chuck. If things are important they stay and will be included in the fabric of the house. Other essentials will go in the eaves.
And in lieu of a treat for The Kid for her school report, I gift her these beauties so that she may know how important it is to grasp the basics. She will be expected to use them during the summer holidays in a logical manner, concurrent with a child of her age.
And, if she chooses to stand on them in order to reach the mirror to apply her lip gloss then she will do so will my full blessing.
Because, here within these books is a month of my life that I won’t get back.
No further education on this subject required – thank you very much.
There will now be a temporary interlude in loft updates until the big build commences.
Feel free to share your stories in my comments section.
And, once again, thank you for reading.