If you’ve been reading for a while, you’ll know that about seven months ago, we moved into a new house – it was rented, and to cut a long story short, was in a bit of a state. Previous tenants hadn’t treated it very well, and even though we haven’t bought it, we’re giving it a bit of love and attention. Our landlords are ace, and have pretty much given us free reign, so the only restrictions are our meagre budgets – which is why I still haven’t been able to do a proper house tour (despite me saying continuously that I will). We’ve put down some new flooring, but need to do some bits in the kitchen and bathroom (plastering over artex, ugh, and a new worktop. And numerous things with fabric and paint to disguise other ugliness that we can’t afford to change…), so for now I’ve just photographed a few corners of our new home. Obviously, as we are a real family, the piles of mess were kicked aside with my foot – I’m not going to pretend that we live in some pristine Pinterest pad, what would be the point? I don’t really have a design theme, or colour scheme, or anything – I like crafts, and books and old things and…. stuff. The husband says he feels like he lives in a charity shop – not a bad thing in my eyes.