Ahoy there pals,
As you may be aware, Claire and I have recently moved homes. Our old place was a very interesting array of horrific carpets and there is a distinct possibility that an old lady died in there (just on Saturday I found some weird talcum powder in my wardrobe, good heavens). Our new house is a beautiful palace of wonderment, and this is the start of a new series showing off where we now live (for all of you stalkers out there that like to imagine us lurking around at home).
I have to say, I managed to bag myself one of the most beautiful rooms in the history of the world. I was lucky in the sense I didn’t have much furniture, so I could build my room around the space I had. So, I ended up with the stunning mint green boudoir with wooden floorboards and a BEEYYYOOOOTIFUL white mantelpiece. HUZZAH AND THANKS TO THE QUEEN (and my lovely housemates who had too much furniture to fit in, tehehe).
I’ve not quite finished decorating, but the finishing touches will involve a nice rug in the next couple of months and maybe hanging a bit of bunting for some winter cheer (because nothing says cheerful like a string of triangular shaped bits of paper).
I have huge, weird love for my mantelpiece. It’s an excellent place to stash all of my useless candles and random things I have collected over the years. The fireplace mirror is actually an excellent one for doing my makeup in, so any unannounced visitors are likely to find me on the floor surrounded by lipsticks wailing about my troll face. For anyone who is particularly nosey, I keep my wires and framed photograph of a ship (a weird charity shop purchase) in the leopard print box and the union jack book is a scrapbook my mum made me for my 21st. The bucket is not, in fact, a milk bucket for the cow I keep in my bedroom but rather my quirky rubbish bin.
In a fit of being sensible, I went for Ikea’s cheapest wardrobe (and also because my lovely mother was treating me to it) but it’s a jolly good thing I did – it only just fits in my alcove! There’s not much to say, apart from the fact I look like a victim of domestic abuse after putting this thing together (because of the flatpack related bruises, not because it comes with fists). For £60, it’s really good quality and also comes with a shelf which is just marvellous and fine.
Can we all spend a moment mooning over this chest of drawers? If you’d read Claire’s wardrobe organising post, you may notice that it’s the same brand as her wardrobe. Unfortunately, this wardrobe wouldn’t fit in my bedroom so I had to delight myself with the drawers and side table. I am being a tidy egg and ensuring that everything is hidden away, so I just have the bare minimum on the actual top bit. I have ALL of my toiletries and bits in the top drawer, undercrackers and PJs in the second and tshirts and not-very-often-worn bottoms in the last drawer. And now all the creeps know where I keep my pants. Excellent.
Here is my matching Brusali bedside table, complete with Game of Thrones and a nice lamp from Wilkinsons (£6! PARDON AND HELLO). What impresses me most about this bedside table is that there is a little opening at the back for your plugs to go through. No longer do you have to suffer through the trauma of having your phone charger on show. It is nicely concealed in the cupboard. If that isn’t wizardry, I don’t know what is.
What do you all think of my new bedroom? If you have any suggestions of how I can add anything more, I would be most grateful – my interior decoration skills are about as good as a blind homeless troll from the mountains.
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