There's been a lot of trying top make our house pretty recently, with not a lot of success. First we were trying to make it pretty to sell it (pretty, but no danger of being described as interesting) and now we're trying to make it pretty so that we will enjoy
being trappedliving here.
The problem is we're slobs. We also threw out almost everything when we thought we would be moving into a shoe box in London. Also we never really had many things we loved in the first place, just weird hand-me-downs and assorted crap that we seem to attract like magnets. We also have no money (hello giant roof bill) to buy things we do love. But mostly we're slobs. Which means our house will never look like Zoe's. Which makes me sad.
Of course I'm also hampered by N's allergy to (in no particular order and not exclusively) knick knacks, collections of knick knacks, collections of anything, Cath Kidston fabrics, chairs that look good but aren't "comfortable", typographic art work (he's dyslexic, they make his head hurt) and objects that suggest the 1970s. Or 60s.
He's not keen on the 50s either.
He does however let me keep the rabbit indoors and will cycle to asda for ginger beer when I NEED a Jamaican Mule. So I think I'll keep him.
*photos of Zoe's home by Zoe and via her blog, Conversation Pieces and The Seventy Tree.
* and you've seen her wedding to the super-sweet Neil, who doesn't have allergies to nice things, right?