Testing... Testing... Is this thing on?

I wasn't going to blog tonight. I don't feel ready. My new office is too... packed. Boxes litter the floor. The glamorous new-to-my-office sofa (I have room for a sofa! In my office! All I need now is a feather boa and a glass of champagne!) is piled high with coats and dinner suits and - yes, I think I see my wedding dress at the bottom of that heap - stuff. The kind of stuff that you simply have no room to keep once you no longer have built-in wardrobes. Stay tuned for the 'first anniversary of the sofa heap' post in a year or so.

But I digress.

I am still at the stage where the room feels echoey. I need a rug on the wide, dark floorboards, to soften the stomping of my grumpy 'go to work' feet. I need pictures on the walls to help stop my hectic thoughts from bouncing off the walls. I need a light shade. Bare lightbulbs might be very so-hot-right-now-industrial, but I feel as though I'm working in Stalag 13.

So not ready.

But for once I'm taking my own advice. I bang on so often about how you can't wait for the 'right room' and the 'right time' and the 'right view' and the 'right place' to write. So here I am.

In a few weeks' time, when the power points are in the right place and the extension cords are gone, when the rug is down and the pictures are up, when the french doors are open and the scent of the garden is wafting through on the breeze (I am imagining a very warm winter's day in a few weeks time... go with me on this), then this will definitely be the right room. (And I'll take a picture to prove it, I promise...)

For now though, it'll do.

[image via Pinterest with no credit - please let me know if it's yours]