I love a good coffee table book, and not because I think that their appearance in my living room will perhaps serve to make me more interesting. It's their larger than average size, their weightiness, and their gorgeously glossy pictures. They're just wonderful to flick through when you're taking a few minutes out of your day to enjoy a cup of tea and can't bear to scroll through your phone any more. I'm a page turner not a screen swiper and, in my eyes, a cold metal object is no match for the delightfully nostalgic smell of ink on paper.
Up until my boys were born, I don't think that I owned a single set of bed linen that wasn't white. It always felt like the chicest, calmest colour to have on the bed. Of course, I'd throw on a colourful cushion or two and a brighter blanket, but a pure white duvet cover and matching white pillowcases were my 'go to' whenever I needed new bedding.
Then my messy babies arrived.
And white no longer made sense.
The eagle-eyed or more analytical amongst you may have noticed that a lot of my home updates or interiors project have something in common. Have you ever thought about it or spotted it? Do you want to take a guess? Or should I simply tell you?
To be honest, it's something that has snuck up on me ... I've been doing it while not actually realising that I'm doing it. That possibly doesn't make a lot of sense. So let me explain.