Thursday, 23 February 2012
Recently I've become extremely inspired to start making my house a well-oiled, neat and tidy, inviting, stylish, inviting home. At present it is, for want of a better term, a state.
It's not filthy. It's not dirty or even grubby or unclean. It is full. It is busy. "We have pockets of 'busy' that threaten to take over the whole house", as my husband would say.
I want to use this blog to document my attempt at making my house tidier, more oganised and more home-ly so I can get the best out of it and take pride in coming home and resting in amongst our tidy fabulousness instead of thinking "that pile of stuff is going to fall on me, no one will be around, and I will die, trapped forever under a pile of Empire and iD magazines, and they will say 'I imagined she would go like this'."
Whether or not I succeed is anyone's guess, but hey, at the very least you're going to get to see pictures of a slovenly lazy girl's house, so that in itself will be a bit of a thrill, right?