I began to understand how a place could look okay — even good — but somehow feel wrong. We’d done everything right. Torn up that awful, still-hard-to-believe-they-did–it bathroom carpet; painted…
You remember that feeling when you’re waiting outside the bathroom and it’s as though someone is directing a symphony using all the water in the world? That’s pretty much my…
It’s funny how quickly we grow accustomed to our surroundings. In many ways, my flat – and specifically the bedroom — is still essentially a cupboard. (No windows; it’s situated…
I went through a long process of agonizing over the color before deciding to go with Stormy Sky (a name that seemed wildly optimistic given its appearance). Something about that…
Phil’s electric toothbrush going off at 20 minutes to 7am every morning while i am trying to put my makeup on without poking my eye out – that was it…
So here I am, last week, standing in my bathroom at 7.30am (yes, half-seven), watching the beautiful floating shelf I’d been so very proud of literally peel off the wall.…
It hit me like a brick wall – the absolutely disgusting, rank smell of a damp towel as soon as I opened my bathroom door last Tuesday. You’ll know the…
At the end of May, I stood in my friend Sarah’s bathroom, staring at her shower. I was looking at it because it was a pretty great shower. It was…
There are times when standing in front of your bedroom door, looking at your messy bedroom, will make you curl up your shoulders. Two years ago I was one of…
Right, imagine this. I’m standing in our tiny bathroom in Bulwell at 7.30 in the morning, and I’ve just seen my entire skincare routine go flying off the windowsill like…