The master bedroom. It’s often a space that gets woefully overlooked. When the house gets decorated the master bed gets left til last, used as a dumping ground, a place where ironing, and odd socks go to die. Sound familiar?…
It’s still weird for me to consider that before I moved to this house I’d never lived on my own. There was my room at my University halls of residence but that doesn’t count because when your single mattress is…
For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted a peaceful bedroom. A bedroom that is worthy of a hotel, and we’re talking Savoy group here rather than Travelodge. I have wanted luxury: lovely sheets, lovely furniture, tactile rugs. My…
A preview of the new boudoir I bet you’re all wondering how I got on with my bed, case right? You remember, the bed that I was so bloody proud of procuring and refurbishing myself (GIRL POWER). The bed that replaced the…
Do you remember the saga of my bed? That bed that was so representative of my new life, illness of the changes that have been made and what is coming next. Yeah, unhealthy that bed has gone, completely gone. Well,…
Do you judge single parents? I don’t mind admitting that I used to. Ironically, I used to look at parents who split before their child’s first birthday and wonder why on earth they’d had a child when their relationship was…