A bit of a windfall is coming Diane Cooke’s way and already she’s spent it in her head... Cheshire Life: January 2019
New year and an unexpected windfall is coming my way. It’s not entirely unexpected. Mum did say she would be giving me some money when she sold her house. But property buying and selling is so precarious that you never know if it’s definitely going to happen until the money lands in your account and you hand over your keys.
So, I have been fantasising about Chanel bags and holidays to the Maldives. But after years of squandering money on futile fashion purchases and many others, I’m doing the sensible thing – paying off credit card bills (groan) and investing in a new kitchen. Of course, I don’t have to spend it all in one go, but a Cookie never changes her spots.
I inherited my kitchen. It’s cream gloss with silver handles, inoffensive enough, but the doors are falling off, the freezer drawers are broken, the dishwasher packed up two years ago and I never know whether I’m grilling or baking ever since I cleaned the chrome with Mr Muscle and wiped away the settings. There’s also a dull slate floor which looks like a muddy Labrador has been lolling all over it and that’s after I’ve scrubbed it.
Now some people are amazing at home décor, they just know what colours and styles to put together. I’m a visual learner which means that someone has to build an exact replica, to-scale model of my kitchen to convince me that it’s what I want. So then I was introduced to a bouncy brunette called Paula who, for every idea I came up with, had a photo on her phone of the very thing I was looking for. Within an hour we’d sorted the building work, the style of kitchen, appliances, flooring, lighting, splashbacks and the essential integrated wine cooler. And, joy of joys, she was going to lead a small army of builders, tilers and electricians into battle like a mini Boudicca. When she left I felt like I’d starred in 60 Minute Makeover. What a woman. I can’t wait for her to get started because somehow I know this isn’t going to be kitchen wars, but a kitchen walkover.
Happy New Year!