(if you don’t see the image sliders here, give it a moment to load š ) Living room. I feel like the images speak for themselves here – less is more, white makes spaces bigger and brighter, burgundy… doesn’t really. The handrail by the stairs at the back needs to go next, and the awful ceiling
Can we talk about small things for a moment? About the impossibly sweet and nostalgic accoutrements of childhood. A little blue cardigan hanging from a big hallway hook. Miniature shoes lined in tidy little rows. Small, pudgy hands clutching smaller, balding Sylvanian rabbits, who in turn hold impossibly tiny jugs and teapots and cakes. Most days I am immune
Dreams really can come true. I know this, because Tony has finished painting our whole house white, and it’s every bit as lovely as I’d planned. White walls, white ceilings, white skirting boards and doors. Gone are the greens and the beiges and bakedbean-coloured 70s pine; the bees and the Winnie the Pooh murals and
I am a bird, a dormouse, a nesting creature. My days are punctuated by its call; that tangle of sheets and softness that sings a siren song of slumber to me between every duty, job and joy. I’m talking about my bed. Only, it’s not proper to be in bed in the daylight hours; my
I shared this simple summer wreath on Instagram and got a few requests for a tutorial, so here it is. It’s really easy to make; something about weaving the flowers through is really quite soothing, and it gives me a valid excuse to go out and gather up a basket of wildflowers. The Instagram wreath used cow parsely;
These summery little flatbreads use pretty standard pantry ingredients & take less than an hour from start to finish – perfect for picnic lunches or emergency carb-fixes. I love them with fresh tomato soup for a quick & simple weekday dinner, or with a heaped garden salad and big chunks of feta in the sun.
{one} Monty, our ‘time share’ family dog, ran away this week whilst staying in London with R’s sister. He was missing for a whole, awful night, & I was quite certain he’d been run over, or dognapped, or drowned in the Thames. In an attempt to feel less helpless, I asked all my favourite Twitter
Do you ever wish you could just escape? It’s a pull I’ve felt my whole life, I think – the temptation to just up sticks & run for the hills. For years I kept a bag half-packed for when the urges hit; some hotel miniature toiletries, a change of clothes, an empty notebook and thick,
I go on about decluttering a lot, but for good reason, I think. Living with less crap in your home has three big benefits: It gives you more space. I’ve mentioned before the idea of pricing up the square footage of your home that is devoted to storage; how much are you paying for all