I mentioned a couple of months ago that I wanted to attack our big yellow Ikea four poster because it was ruining the lines in our room. For once, we didn’t just talk about it for months and then throw it onto the pile of other discarded ideas, Although our time and money is stretched at the moment, this was a fairly straightforward project, which Barry really kicked off when I came home to see that he’d already gone ahead and sawed the top off our bed. Continue reading
I have an idea for our bed. Put those thoughts to one side, this is a house and home blog.
The reason we fell in love with our house was the master bedroom. And the reason we fell in love with our bedroom is the light that comes from both sides of the house; it fills the space and makes it feel twice as big. Continue reading
Dear Liza, dear Liza. Our living room lights decided to stop working last week. If you’re a regular reader, you may already be in possession of the very useful fact that we have 13 lights in our living room.
These are the holes that poor Barry has had to saw into the ceiling that he painstakingly plastered after putting the lights in.
He’s decided to forgo sourcing the problem after we lost count of the holes, and has instead run another wire from the kitchen into the living room, bypassing the problem area before the ceiling fell in on our heads.
Barry’s mum and dad are visiting at the end of next week (for Scarlett’s first birthday, already!), so the pressure’s on to make it right!