Getting The Key's....

 Getting the key's and moving into my new home was not as I expected, far from it in fact!

At the final inspection of the property I was disgusted at what I found, broken windows, holes in the ceiling, live wires hanging from the ceiling and more dirt than you could possibly imagine. 

I was shattered from having to sort out all of the above, and really thinking I had made a massive mistake.

We took Harley and Annie up to help us celebrate my new life in the hills, however I was not feeling positive about any of it.

 The house was dark, gloomy and completely barren of any warmth even with the fire we built burning away.

I left that first night feeling very despondent.

 The next morning armed with paintbrushes and ladders we returned to what I have called the shedding.

Clearing the old unloved feeling of this little house, and filling it with love, joy, abundance and peace.

 The house wreaked of cigarette smoke and dog, dirty dog. 

The carpets in particular held a strong unkempt odour.

 Looking into the main bedroom the enormous task that lays ahead of me was just starting to sink in.

Again the thought "what have I done" crept into my mind.

 The spare room looked less than inviting. although once the board was removed it felt better.

 The bathroom in particular was very unwelcoming.

Half finished and the tiles that were suppose to be left for me to finish this were taken. 

After coming from my new shiny bathrooms this was a bit of a culture shock, but nothing that I have not been able to get over.

The curtains are long gone,and with that simple gesture more darkness lifted.

 And the front room was just hideous.

Dark wood gave off a drab vibration.

The broken venetian blinds added to this awful feeling.

 Then came my first painting lesson!

With my friend showing me the way we set off to transform the energy of my little oasis.

 My two toned kitchen is another half completed renovation left over from the previous owners.

One that I find quirky, but will change in the future.

First to go was this hideous ceiling.

The darkness of the wood gave the house a cave like feel

It seemed to squash in on you.

Painting over it was hard work, but well worth the effort.

 Before we started the undercoating of the walls we began to paint happy things on the surface.

The first this smiling face.

 Looking lighter and brighter already.

Staring to feel some warmth entering my abode.

 Infusing the house with love was easy.

We just wrote it all over the walls.

 This was the last time I would have to look at this depressing view.

 The messages of positivity spread through to the bedroom, which even though it is not painted as yet. The blessings of our intent were placed upon the wall.

 Standing back once again to admire our work, again I was impressed as to how quickly the feel of the house was shifting.

 One must love home.

And have a home of love.

Love will ooze from this home, it will take me awhile to achieve it all.

But that is not an issue.

For the intent is firmly in place.

 As we began the first coat on the walls I was shattered and ready to leave it for one day.

Yet on we continued, me reluctantly I have to add.

 The kitchen looked so much better, even though it was a complete mess.

I was amazed at how paint could transform a room in a matter of hours.

 And nearly it was time for the second coat, and as the evening went on, the brighter I became. Completely worn out physically, but my heart was definitely brighter.

 And the finished task.

Light and lovely and bright.....