A couple of weeks ago I wrote up a little tour of our forever home before we moved in and before we had started work on it, if you missed it you can catch it up here.  It’s only fair that I let you have a nosey what it looks like now. Buying and renovating a house at the same time as planning and paying for a wedding was, in hindsight, absolute madness.  It was one of the most stressful times of our lives and cleared out all of our savings but it was the right decision for us and…

It may have been the garden that got us through the door but we fell in love with the house almost immediately.  I can’t quite put my finger on it but it was just that feeling that for some reason we were home, we both felt it. It certainly wasn’t the decor, as after being empty for almost 18 months, it didn’t make the best first impression.  Something that ultimately worked in our favour as I think a lot of people were put off by our little ugly duckling. Over the summer I was organising our photos and found the…

I’ve probably mentioned once or twice that the only reason we initially came to view our house was because of the garden.  I’d seen the house on right move and dismissed it straight away believing it to be too small for a family home.  My husband persuaded me to give it a chance as he knew the garden was a big one as his school friend had lived next door. For that reason the garden will always have a very special place in my heart as we both fell in love with the house the minute we walked through the…

When you walk into a house there are certain tell tale signs that let you know children live there.  It may be the toys that are taking over the downstairs (please tell me that’s not just our house), or the pack of baby wipes that are a constant ornament on the dining room table.  Or it’s a quick glance at the fridge. When I pictured myself as a mother I always imagined a fridge full of my children’s “artwork” and the first time O came home from nursery with a picture he’d made it was proudly displayed on the fridge.  Over time…