Everything has halted in its tracks while viewings come and viewings go as we try to sell our house.
The tiles that I’d so lovingly chosen have gone back to Homebase (after all that!), and my sneaky sofa yearnings have had to be put on hold (we have had this one for nearly seven years and I’m pretty sure I can see an outline of our bums). Continue reading
Our house is up for sale! I’m sad, nervous and excited in equal measure. It’s the house we nagged and nagged Barratts to reduce until they gave in, and it’s the house we struggled with mortgage payments for three tough years to pay until we were out of our insane fixed rate.
It’s the house we fell in love with because of the bedroom at the top with all the light. The one where we went to the showhouse six times with different groups of people before they’d even accepted an offer. It’s the kitchen project that we needed at a difficult time in our lives.
This is the house where we brought Scarlett after she was born. This was where she had her first bath. Her first bedroom. The garden was where she had her first unaided steps. Continue reading
I’ve been spending quite a lot of time on Rightmove recently. As much time as I can, given I have a toddler, work part-time, study part-time, and have pursuits outside of these things too.
It’s a bit addictive. Almost as addictive as that ridiculous Hay Day game (note to self, must check on my cotton; it takes forever to grow). Continue reading
There’s nothing quite like new bedding. I love it. I’m also more than slightly addicted to the At Home with Ashley Thomas range at Debenhams at the moment. Santa brought us some eye-catching Heirloom Ashley Thomas cups (which are also the optimum size for my cup of tea) and this beautiful Lorna bedding, which I had my eye on since painting our bed blue. Santa was especially generous because he also upgraded us to Superking sized bedding, quilt included. It’s huge! Continue reading
Despite my recent post about looking for a house, we’re still trying to make improvements to this house – let’s face it: it could be years. Our bathroom on the middle floor has had a hand held shower but tiles only a foot high around the bath since we moved in, oh… six and a half years ago. We never really used the bath until recently (to bathe Scarlett), but I always felt a bit sorry if guests used it. If they wanted a shower, they would have to sit in the bath – which seems something like a punishment – or use our ensuite. Continue reading