A few months ago I decided to give a bit of TLC to our master bedroom. I wrote a post about it after I went on a small shopping spree and gave the place a bit of a minor facelift on a budget by adding in some new cushions, picking up a few home decor bits and pieces for my little ‘Happiness Shelf’ and tying everything in together with a duck egg blue colour scheme and a few bits that I already owned.
Then recently I did a bit of daydreaming about my perfect kitchen and it got me thinking about how, in an ideal world, my bedroom would look. First and foremost I would address the walls. At present they are sporting some very tired old wallpaper which has probably been up for the past 15 years or more and not only that but there is a hideous top border which I have grown to edit out of what I see when I look around (just don’t look up!).
When we moved into our Victorian semi-detached house back in March 2008 it was in need of a bit of TLC. We opted initially to replace several of the windows and the front door for both aesthetics, security and insulation. We also had our hands forced a bit with the need to entirely replace the roof covering with new tiles.
Several years down the line in April 2014 we finally got around to considering a complete room renovation and we went for the bathroom as it was really extremely dated and the suite was a pretty hideous grey with a stand-alone shower (obviously a DIY job) out of use for some time due to the damp in the walls it was causing. We went for a very luxury hotel style of room with floor to ceiling tiles and a shower over bath to give us that much more space for storage.
So lately I’ve been using as much of my ‘spare’ time as possible trying to address issues in my home: namely, ridiculous piles of clutter on every surface and in every corner. Ever since I realised that home décor does actually interest me and is something I get pleasure from, I have begun to take on chores which have been neglected for, literally, years. And for the first time I am seeing rooms which I have ‘dressed’ and really enjoy spending time in, and it makes me feel like a proper grown up at last; which is weird when you consider that I’m in my early 40s and I have two small children to my name.
Not that long ago I wrote a post called “Why I am not a homes and interiors blogger” essentially making mention of my cluttered, dusty, toddler-filled home and just generally being overwhelmed by the very idea of putting home improvement into action. A lot of people seemed to identify with that. However, at the risk of sounding like a complete hypocrite, I now realise that that post was the beginning of a small obsession. It was perhaps, unbeknownst to me at the time, written out of a sense of longing rather than a general desire to dismiss the notion out of hand.
I had a bit of an epiphany over the weekend. No I did not see Jesus in the coffee stain on my living room curtains – I did, however, see Ugly staring back at me, right there. It got me thinking about the things I have seen on some amazing blogs in the past two years – Life at the Little Wood, Mummy Daddy and Me Makes Three, Capture by Lucy to name a few…
These are people who clearly love interior design and have the ability and desire to make their homes into truly beautiful spaces. I also have friends who’s houses put mine to shame.
There is clearly something kind of special about being able to blog about your home. It’s a bit like fashion blogging – but instead of showcasing your latest foray into layering and whatever is classed as the new black this season, you get to revel in knick knacks, shabby chic crates ‘re-purposed’ and wickerwork stars which wouldn’t look out of place hanging from a tree in The Blair Witch Project (*except for the fairy lights*).
See, look – I’m totes down with the HIBers – I know all the tricks. But then again… here’s why I’ll never be able to join their ranks:
I grew up in one of the most affluent London boroughs. My mum and dad were not super rich but back in the early 70s it was still possible to plough a moderate amount of savings into a house purchase and get a mortgage on a three storey Edwardian property based on two average salaries. I have it on good authority that many of the two bedroom semi-detached properties in the street I first lived on now sell for up to £900,000 (although popular names in the area range from Jonty to Vera – draw your own conclusions 😉 ).
So I noticed that Sainsburys are currently selling these little mini pumpkins called munchkins recently. At first I was desperate to chuck about six in the trolley (£1.50 for two, don’t you know?!). I’m a sucker for anything that’s been minaturised (or over-sized for that matter! I guess there is something about the novelty value…) But then I stood there for a while visualising the potential usage and I walked away.
In an ideal world I would have a home which has numerous delightfully uncluttered, chic and shiny surfaces just ripe for some kind of Pinterestable seasonal decorative display (try saying that without your false teeth in!). In reality? This is about the best it ever gets:
There aren’t many things worthy of being photographed in my house, much as I would like there to be. This little sign was a gift a while back from my sister and I think it’s really cute. It also looks fab in black and white!
Linking up to the Black and White Photography Project over at Podcast Dove.