I love browsing endless pictures of beautiful homes. I am certainly a homey person, and I take great solace in my home, now my social life came to an abrupt pause with children! But decorating with children around is an interior nightmare. Yes Ikea make it look effortlessly simple and practicality prevails page after page of their family-shot catalogue, but my house doesn't ever seem to look like these pictures.
So given that I had my children so early in life, I'm determined to make sure that when they get a little older I will have my house decorated in the most impractical colours of white, with carefully styled ornaments that normally would be knocked over or broken. I will have strategically placed coffee table books that won't get little buttery finger marks on them.
I will have glasses that don't come from T.K. Maxx!
I will have improper artwork, and adult books, I will have a glitterball in my bathroom - why? Because I've always wanted one! I will not have a large box of bath toys at the end of my bath, but expensive scented candles, a wine cooler and a sound system that is NOT tamper-proof and cheap!
I will have every single piece of my cutterly matching, wihtout drawers of bright-coloured plastic spoons. I will have white rugs! Yes- white. I will have a table that is not felt-tip friendly, and chairs that cannot be stood on to bake fairy-cakes!
I will have glass cake stands in my kitchen, with cake IN them. I will have small antique dishes for tapas in the summer, and not plastic ones from ASDA. I will have white linen napkins for dinner parties, that don't have blackcurrant stains on them, and I will have little grass reed room infusers that my son won't try and eat.
This may sound like I don't like my children, but I DO. I just dislike finding felt-pens without the tops on seeping into the sofa.
Its not much to ask- but as I look around my desk, there is a naked barbie in my pen pot, all my post-it notes have been stuck on my wall, and "someone" has drawn on the front cover of my yet unread copy of BAZAAR. Its a far cry from the home I thought I'd have before I was thirty, but right now I wouldn't change it for anything. A fridge covered in indecipherable drawings stuck on with barbie magnets.