I finally got around to taking some pictures of my new crib! So, it's very me. And by me, I mean good bones, an effort towards stylish but very scruffy around the edges. It's a flat in an old Victorian merchant's mansion in Tufnell Park, North London. Lots of you know this already, but James and I broke up*, we sold our flat and now I'm living by myself. Which I am loving. I've basically turned the place into an unashamed girly paradise.
I've been working really hard (a whole 'nother story), so I haven't had a chance to hang up pictures or do the little things I want to do. (Like take down the blinds and just have simple muslin drapes, to let in more light.) That's my Chanel lightbox under the mantelpiece, rescued from an old chemist that was closing down. There are gorgeous scuffed old floorboards throughout the flat. They're possibly my favourite thing about the place: it feels lived in and warm. I got a good feeling when I came to view it.
It's not a huge flat but has huge high ceilings, so doesn't feel too small. (Other than the kitchen, which is ridiculously tiny! But I'm enjoying loving the freedom of not having to cook and have reverted to ridiculous single girl habits like subsisting on avocados and bits of cheese. God, I am totally loving it.) Anyway, every corner is stuffed full of kitschy bits and pieces.
All the old sash windows look out onto trees; I often turn and find a magpie or a blackbird spying in on me.
Yes, I am doing that thing of randomly hanging up vintage dresses, just so I can look at them. And there are shoes tucked under every single piece of furniture that will accommodate them. I've had the giant Coke can since I was about 14, it's my dirty laundry basket.
But the best bit... check out my giant tub. Oh yeah. Did I mention it was girly heaven here?
I have a gentleman caller popping around to ruin the girly equilibrium (another whole 'nother story), so must take my curlers out. Have a fabulous weekend!
*Very sad, but definitely the best thing for both of us.