Interiors

A House … To Our Home…

1 year ago, to the day, this was our living room, we were half way though our project.

 

 

 

Edie had arrived on Easter Saturday, on the Tuesday the scaffolding went up, cement mixers whirred away from 8-5 and my kettle worked over time.

 

And now this summer we can enjoy our new space as a family. Last summer our weekends were spent in B&Q staring at paint samples, Evenings spent discussing plug sockets and bathroom fixtures. Id sit night feeding Edie scrolling through Pinterest until my index finger was numb on a quest for decorating inspiration.

 

Still with so much left to do, things to change to inject our personalities into our living space.

 

We decided to not jump in straight away and get all the furniture in the space of weeks, instead we'd take our time. Invest in pieces we loved, not settling for the here and now. I'm so glad we did as still now almost a year on our tastes are finding their feet with each other. I like punches of colour among greys, typography, cushions. Mr. G takes a little more convincing on soft furnishings and will be more cautious with colour.

 

I'd like to use this are of my blog to share a few of my favourite corners of our home. Places we love to shop, stories behind our purchases and pieces I'd give my right arm to have.

 

Here's a few teasers of what's to come ….

 
 

 

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Mummy Fashion

And the penny drops …

Into my 30's and having had the little ones I finally feel comfortable in my own skin.

 

I went through a minor hiccup when becoming a mummy, thinking I wasn't cool enough to be able to shop in my old favourite, All Saints. I was now a mum after all. I'm not too embarrassed to admit I had days where I looked a bit like I'd been covered in glue and rolled around in Cath Kidston. I didn't love it, I just followed suit, wasn't that what was expected of me?

 

Some studded high tops, and a pair of Ash boots later and normal service was resumed.

 

A friend of mine recently bought me a fab zesty green pouch (make up bag) from Whistles. It's a saviour. I sling my keys, phone a small coin purse and a lippy in there and rummaging to the bottom of my new Alphabet Bag Tote for something is a distant memory. Branded with a bold 'E' the tote is for Edie / Euan's 'stuff', and there's a lot of it.

 

Clean lines, a pop of colour, simple silhouettes. How I love thee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ramblings ...

Mum, I blimmin love you!

Today it's Mothers Day in the big ol' US of A.

 

My mum's lived in Chicago with her lovely husband for about 8 years, a move she didn't take lightly, that although my sisters and I all have our families she still beats herself up about.

 

That worrying us mums do.

 

Now I'm in my 30's and a mother I realise the sacrifices our parents made, the worrying, the stress, the sleep deprivation. The hard work. And it's appreciated.

 

By the way there are a few things to come clean on …

 

  • When there were crumbs in my bed … I probably had been eating a biccie,

 

  • At 8 or so I 'ran away' to Nan's round the corner… I wasn't really running away… But then you probably knew that,

 

  • When the living room light broke in the old house,… It didn't 'just fall off' I did a cartwheel and kicked it ….ooopsie …. You probably knew that too.

 

From my earliest memories my mum always told me, To just do my best, to have respect for myself when my 14 yr old friends were out experimenting with boys, to not follow their path.

 

That I absolutely was not getting a boob job to make the idiot boys in our group of friends notice me, that they weren't worthy.

 

That an ex boyfriend brought me down and kept me there. You couldn't stand how he spoke to me, how he treated me, you were there waiting for me to figure it out for myself how he didn't deserve me.

 

You knew after just a couple of dates that Mr G was someone special. Mums just know.

 

My mum was always right, I hope to pass her wise words onto our daughter, to have that relationship we have. I hope ill know what to do and what to say.

 

Becoming a parent is like the penny dropping, now you realise what it's all about. You appreciate the childhood you had, and the effort that went into creating those memories.

 

Thanks Mum, Happy Mothers Day all the way over there.

 

I blimmin' love you.

 

 

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