You know what’s properly annoying? When you’re half-asleep, reaching for your phone charger, and you’ve got to basically contort yourself into some sort of human pretzel just to reach the…
Right, so picture this – you’re balanced on the edge of your bed trying to put socks on while simultaneously preventing your morning coffee from launching itself onto the floor.…
When I first walked into the bedroom of my Bristol flat, I actually laughed out loud. Not a happy laugh – more like that slightly hysterical laugh you do when…
Our bedroom is basically a shoebox with delusions of grandeur. I’m talking maybe 10 by 12 feet if I’m being generous, and that’s including the bit where you can’t actually…
That paint sample looked absolutely dreadful when I held it up to the bathroom window. I mean, properly awful – like someone had mixed concrete dust with disappointment and called…
The moment I stepped into Sarah’s bathroom last spring, something clicked. Not in an obvious, dramatic way – more like this quiet recognition that everything just worked. The black vanity…
Last week, my mum’s friend Priya finally moved out of the massive four-bedroom house she’d been living in alone for three years since her kids moved out. I helped her…
I was about twenty-three when my bedframe literally fell apart underneath me. Not gradually, mind you – I’m talking full structural collapse at half past midnight, with this almighty crash…
Right, so I need to tell you about the most ridiculous thing I did last year – squeezed a king-size bed into what is essentially a shoebox bedroom. I know,…
Last week I was standing in our bedroom doorway at seven months pregnant, trying to figure out where on earth we’re going to fit baby clothes when this little one…