Yes.  In a word.  Yes, we have chosen to keep Teddy’s intended room as a nursery.  That may be a little odd to some people (To those people I say; come back to me when your baby has died and we can have a chat?); but it is what we have chosen to do for now.  Perhaps it is what we have chosen to do indefinitely, I am really not sure?

I think we all know that feeling of walking into a hotel bathroom and thinking to ourselves, “This is so much better/ nicer/ thought out than my bathroom.”  Quickly followed by; “Why, is this so much bloody better?” and/or “Why is this not my bathroom?”

It always surprises me how often I get asked about many of the smallest details and pieces in my home when I share a picture on Instagram.  I love that people care about the homely details as much as I do.  Faffing around with the never-ending details in our house gives me endless entertainment (see there’s that damn procrastination again); and sometimes I just use it as a way to focus my mind when I’m having a difficult day and thinking about Teddy.  I guess I’m often thinking about what I should be doing now; more often than not I’m overthinking.  So focusing on the details at home helps my vivid imagination from running wild.

Our home is by no means finished; I’m not sure it will ever be “finished”.  I am more of a serial re-decorator as opposed to a serial decorator.  It’s not our “Forever Home”, but that’s not to say I don’t want it to feel like we’ll be here forever.  When I walked into this house, I knew we would be at home here; I wanted to raise our children here (those hypothetical children who we are yet to bring home, of course).  The street is a peaceful row of beautiful Victorian semi-detached houses, the gardens sprawling and sloped with lots of room to create an inside/outside space; and the neighbours and community friendly.  I knew this was the house for us. (It also meant I could get a dog. Cue Boris).