I'll be honest, I didn't believe that anything could top the gin bar. I mean, a gin bar. In the corner of the living room. I felt like I'd made it. It even made the yellow-toned walls ever so slightly pale in to insignificance. Ever so slightly. After all, yellow walls are never insignificant. And not in a good way. Hooray for the recent transformation to pure brilliant white.
I've read way too many articles over the years on how to make your bedroom your sanctuary, and have pretty much come to the conclusion that not a single one has ever been written by a parent. Or truthfully written by a parent. As a mother to a four year old and a six year old, I gave up trying to find a quiet and peaceful place in my home a long time ago. Six years and four months ago, to be precise (my eldest is an October baby). To conclude, children and Zen don't really mix.