Like lots of unfortunate women out there I am afflicted with a husband who has opinions on interior decor.
This means we don't have a scrap of carpet anywhere in the house, and a kitchen that John Pawson would be proud of. Every time I try to soften the look ( see my spotty cushion) or a flowery tea towel I am accused of filling the house with chintz. I do like minimalism ( much easier to keep clean!) but I've also got a hankering for pretty things. There's a wonderful shop round the corner from us called Maison , which stocks white painted bedroom furniture and old French mirrors. I used to wander round there in the middle of our horrendous building work eyeing up gorgeous armoires and chandeliers and promising myself that I would have some beautiful things when the house was finished. Needless to say that hasn't really happened, but I've made up for it a bit in my daughter's room, which is the kind of room I'd have loved as a child. ( I had to share with my brother for years and then when I did get my own room my parents' taste and budget were more MFI than shabby chic!
She's still in her cot bed for now but I have a lovely white painted iron bed ready for when she turns three. The white painted wardrobe came from an antiques market in Kingston. I have gone a bit mad with her bedding but it's so nice to have some patterns!
The spotty blinds were from John Lewis and the funny old wicker chair is one I've had for years - I bought it in Greenwich market for £10 when I bought my first little flat in Brockley.
New Year 2014 in Phuket
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