Last year, just before Christmas I finally finished refurbishing my flat...well, my Dad and the nice builders did the majority of the work but I was living there through it, which felt like I was doing the slog. Now, shamefully, it is getting to a year landmark and I am still yet to attach a single picture to the (perfectly painted) walls. It's just so very difficult to decide what I want.
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| This was once my kitchen. |
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| A drastic improvement I'm sure you'll agree! |
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| My Dad working hard while I make the tea. |
I go through phases with my flat, every few months I'll re-arrange all the furniture and then sit back and consider if it's in the 'right' places and if it is 'better' than where it was before. I still have a futon I don't need but can't bear to part with as it might be useful...not sure how but you never know. I need a wardrobe for my bedroom as the current cupboard I have only works space wise if half my clothes are in the wash at any given time. And the ugly-ass armchair my Nan gave me, the result of a miscommunication about which chair she was donating, and sofas inherited from my Grandparents are a bit of a blight on the lounge.
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| Ugly sofa...now dyed blue and minus it's covers but the chintz shines through. |
So, not nearly there really but I want to get things I really love, with character and a distinct style, rather than a job lot of blank canvases from Ikea...although some days the temptation is strong. My current obsession is with finding a home for all my books. My dad built some shelves in an alcove but they only hold about half my library (slight delusions of grandeur...) so I got some very cool invisible shelves that need to go up and then I saw
Bookshelf Porn, basically a book storage obsessive's nirvana. Amazing...I feel inspired to actually do something!
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