On my phone I have a wishlist of items I’d buy if I somehow came into a windfall. No handbags, holidays, posh clothes – it’s pretty much all interior housey wants. Oh, and a house of course.
The thing is, our house is always 50 paces behind how I’d love it to look and I was slapped in the face with this annoying realisation when my lovely fellow blogger Cat asked me to be featured in her monthly Real Home Life series (check it out on her gorge blog, The Triple Triangle).
Initially I woohooed, gloated and relayed my joy to Mr B with an affirmation that I had ‘arrived’. Images of Elle Decoration and Scandi-clad homes-to-die-for sprung into my head as I envisaged our pad sitting alongside this elite of interior lusting. Until I actually took a proper look at our place..
We rent. This has both its downfalls and bonuses. Bonuses being:
- We rent via a friend of a friend who is lovely and not remotely money-grabbing or useless as tends to be the way when you award yourself Landlord status
- We don’t have to pay for the boring stuff that inevitably goes wrong in an old house
- We can up and leave at the relative-drop-of-a-hat. This will never happen but it gives me comfort that the option is there should I need this. This is also why I only buy a Travelcard weekly when I do the same journey the entire year. I’m weird.
- It’s not ours and we don’t have a spare half a million to buy it.
- It’s lovely but we can’t put our stamp on it so far as painting walls, changing carpets etc goes. It is in perfectly great condition and has charming character but I’d love to paint some floorboards, remove that wall of (apparently mega expensive according to best pal with posh taste) not-lovely wallpaper, change the wall colour. I’m sure if we promised not to wreck the place, our landlady would oblige but do you really want to invest money into a place that isn’t yours (unless it’s a fleapit)?
So of course, there comes the interior paraphernalia where we can splash our personalities about and where things need a little life-line.
The prints we loved, or loved at the time, which need reframing and updating, the rug that begs for a dry clean, the endless scuff marks that need repainting, the lamps that need swapping for ones I actually like, the cushions I coveted at the time but now have grown to dislike immensely, the blanket box that serves no purpose, the hallway which is a dark empty space crying out for style. It all comes down to time and money, money and time of course – and we're lacking in both.
I’m always envious of people whose homes look like they’ve just plink plonked a few bits around and somehow they’re living in the style equivalent of a Stella McCartney jumper whereas my place always looks like Primark’s slightly more eccentric big sister. Nothing follows a common theme.
Cat, you’ve done me a favour. You’ve made me want to make my space better because I am, afterall, a total home-bod. I love nothing better than having zero plans of an evening or dragging my poor friends over to mine to save my lazy bones schlepping anywhere else. Just don’t send in the Changing Rooms team just yet..I see transformation ahead (ok, a new lamp perhaps, but you know, the passion is lurking)
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