We have so many cute, little corners in our home. Corners, and shelves, filled with treasures and memories, be they photographs, trinkets, well-thumbed books, the odd postcard collected from a fun or family day out, or our favourite cocktail glasses and drinks placed perfectly on a much-deliberated-over bar tray. They all have their just-so spot; positioned or stacked neatly and occasionally moved a centimetre to the left or a centimetre to the right as the mood takes me.
But then there's our new shelf. A recent addition to the kitchen and purchased in an attempt to clear the worktops of all the things that inevitably collect there with four people passing through and emptying their pockets, bags and purses.
So the new shelf is now the proud holder-upperer of all the things that had no place in our bulging cupboards or had been deposited in the kitchen and forgotten about.
At first glance, it could be considered 'a bit of a mess' (my husband's words) but look a little closer and it's a shelf crammed with the little things that represent our family. It's a living shelf. Things are taken off when needed and new things, things of no fixed abode, find their way on to it and temporarily call it their home.
From postcards to oversized sunglasses, espresso cups to Halloween decorations, a cherished mug from a friend in Zürich and an untold amount of washi tape. And we mustn't forget the straws. You can never have too many straws.
For all the nice, neat photographs that you may see of my home on here or on Instagram, know this. This is our real family #shelfie. Definitely not neat and sometimes not all that nice but it's probably one of the funnest parts of our house.
Time to 'fess up. Do you have one of those shelves? If you're on Twitter or Instagram, I'd love to see a photo. You can tweet me on @TheOrdinaryL and tag me on Instagram @theordinarylovely. Go on, share your #shelfie.