When did you know you were truly a grown up?
For women they say the answer is often linked to the first time you were verbally harassed by a man in the street. In that case, I knew I was getting close when a red-faced man followed me home from school in my knee socks and mini skirt, breathing heavily. And when a similarly crimson man came into the shoe shop where I worked Saturdays and sweatily asked me to model boots for his gaze. On each occasion though, if I’m honest, I only felt like the very vulnerable child I really was.
Perhaps it was that time a mother first told their child to ‘look out for that lady‘ when rushing by on a bus – referring, of course, to a proud, if incredulous me. I really knew adulting wasn’t going to be for me when I first had to deal with that putrid liquid that forms in the bottom of the bin by myself.
Some people put adulthood as commencing the day they became a parent, first feeling that burden of guilt and responsibility settling down on their shoulders. I’m not convinced – not least because there’s a tiny part of me that suspects I’m really building Orla’s Sylvanian Family collection up all for myself, & I’ve known one to many a man-child who spends more time on the x-box than his kids do.
There is one milestone that is undeniable, though: you are truly, most definitely an adult when you decide to buy proper, non-Ikea furniture and expensive duvet covers & lamps.
I’m not slating Ikea, btw: I freaking love their PS collections, and on rainy grey days their everbright, meatball-scented interior is my escape-route to happiness. But there are certain things – wood-laminate wardrobes, those awful fold-out potato-sack futon beds – that we buy from necessity, and not from delight. Few of us dream about a LACK table when growing up, furnishing the Pinterest board of our future forever home.
Buying grown-up furniture represents reaching a certain point in life: it means you’ve got some disposable income and feel settled enough in your space to invest in things that will stay with you long term. It means you’ve established a sense of your own taste, and have worked out the errant red-MDF-bookshelf kinks of your self expression (Rory.) In short, it means you’re incredibly privileged – but it’s also arguably a better model than the disposable, replaceable consumerist route. I like the idea of choosing things that will stay with us, in our family, for forever. For life, I suppose.
Since moving last year, R & I have gradually shed the skin of our younger selves and replaced all of our student-age furniture with things that are a little more ‘us’. It’s a nice feeling, to know that we made this home together, & it represents our time together & our combined tastes – by which, I mean of course, that R has basically conceded to my greater wisdom ;).
He’s picked out the Roxie chair from this post’s sponsor, Olive & The Fox as the next big purchase on our wish list, & I couldn’t be more proud. It’s like the lovechild of our individual aesthetics – my quiet simplicity, his love for a subtle 60’s reference. It’s a chair for bedtime story cuddles, for kitten naps and late night wine-soaked conversations. It’s a chair that we can’t really afford, and, as usual, will end up costing us far more than I make from these sponsorships and giveaways on the blog. [Note to self: stop working with lovely shops. My next giveaway needs to be with a fishmongers just to keep me away from temptation. ?]
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Have you bought any grown up items for your interior? When was the first time you realised you were truly an adult?
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