We've lived in our house for 2 1/2 years now, and having re-located for the Frenchman's job from a house that we'd only just finished renovating from scratch, we opted to buy somewhere that we could kick back and just enjoy living in without having to worry about any decorating. So we thought. I guess things never really work out like that.. as you live somewhere, you find there are things you love, things that drive you a little bit nuts, and things you downright hate (the horrid red carpet on our stairs would have to win that award). Sometimes it's easier to focus on those things, rather than the bits that made you want to live there in the first place.
But getting back from a few days away at the weekend, it just feels nice, and homely and all ours (well, a bit the banks too). The standard lamp in the dining room has been living quite happily in our sitting room for the past few years. Just lately though, it's been leading the rather precarious life of being pulled, climbed on and generally terrorised by the Boy. So when we got home on Sunday, I decided it was time to give it a rest and move it in to the dining room. And then wondered why I hadn't done so years ago. It seems to fit in there perfectly, although is perhaps calling for a cosy armchair to snuggle up with a good book by the log burner.
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