(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
(SLIDE THE WHITE ARROW) When we bought our home, it had sat on the market for a number of years. It was in a gorgeous area, and had a surprisingly big square footage. But something was putting people off. If, like me, you devoted a chunk of your student years to watching property shows on daytime television,
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 really like Christmas. It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it… It’s nearly here. I’m snatching quiet moments here & there, listening to my favourite Christmas songs, doing the simple creative things that make me feel connected to this new home. Weaving wreaths & garlands from foraged evergreens, baking spiced snowflakes and
A little tug of war inside of me: I love simplicity and clean bright spaces, but I also love STUFF. Especially NEW STUFF and stuff that makes life easier and stuff that reminds me of nice things or people or places. So it’s a balancing act, requiring frequent purges & an occasionally ruthless heart.