moving house

Weep, Kevin McCloud, weep!

Weep, Kevin McCloud, weep!

It’s been exactly one year since we moved house. One year since we unpacked our belongings, found temporary homes for everything, and then slowly set about making over each room. The plans were grand. No wall would be left unpainted and no surface would remain in its previous-owner state.

Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?

Is this actually our house or are we on holiday?

'No, little ones, this is our home now'.

And aren't we pinching ourselves every day, truly thankful that it is.

While Paul and I have been unpacking, unpacking some more, and then unpacking again, the boys have been exploring, exploring some more, and then exploring again. 

We're all slowly getting used to the clicks and clunks of an old house at night, and the perils of a snowy, sloping driveway during the day.

Our new wabi-sabi home

Our new wabi-sabi home

Hygge, I can take or leave. I've never been able to understand what's wrong with plain, old cosy. Lagom, I kind of get. Meaning 'just the right amount', it's a concept that raises its eyebrows at excess. But, wabi-sabi, the new-ish craze on the Farrow & Ball painted interiors block, is something that I can wholly jump on board with.

Wabi-sabi is all about finding beauty in imperfections, and in our crazy world right now, I think we all need to dismiss the quest for perfection and seek comfort in the simple, the quirky, and the not-quite-right. Right?