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…
Right, I need to tell you about the bathroom that nearly broke my marriage and my spirit, but somehow ended up being the room in our house that I’m most…
You know that feeling when you’re standing in your bathroom at half past six in the morning, seven months pregnant, trying to keep your three-year-old from flooding the floor while…
I swear, if I see one more bathroom that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks masculinity comes in a paint tin labelled “charcoal grey,” I might actually…
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 confess something that’s probably going to annoy some people – most “farmhouse” bathrooms I see these days make me want to scream. There, I said…
You know that moment when you walk into a space and immediately want to leave? That was me, standing in the bathroom of my Chorlton flat for the first time.…
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…