The main intention this month was to get the back room of the house finished. Did we achieve it? Almost.
It is now a functioning room, it has a sofa/futon which has accommodated its first guests. It is about 95% finished. I was distracted by the tea station and some other minor kitchen/diner adjustments. We painted the walls, he built shelves, I purchased the office cabinet from Ebay and a cushion from Etsy, we jointly bought the sofa and hung up a print. Getting things out of boxes after two years in storage gave me such a warm feeling, being reunited with old friends.
To be completely finished, the room needs additional cushions, a small set of shelves to be painted (not photographed – currently hideous). Something to hold magazines and more on the walls. ‘More on the walls’ is a sticking point. I want ‘things’ on the walls everywhere, the other main adult here doesn’t. I have a collection of postcards from travelled places, I want to cover the house in them. We are in protracted negotiations.
We do both agree on the wall colour. We’ve little outside space, the view is dominated by terrace houses, which I don’t mind, but I want something to brighten my eye. So we went with a Farrow & Ball Churlish Green. Pinterest is full of neutral rooms, broken up with monochrome accessories. This room is so not that, I unashamedly love colour on walls. I love this green and I find it relaxing, despite the pops of other colour and all my clutter. The colour changes with the light and Farrow and Ball colours have lovely depth. The room is a sort of garden room, an alternative living room, a home/office, a spare room, a snug. A space for people to stay/sleep. A room of many functions.
It is a place to sit with a magazine and cup of tea, to watch the birds in the tree outside. The room is full of memories. Things which have meaning for me and which survived the purge of ‘stuff we don’t really need’ before we moved. Bits given to me by my mother on return from holidays. The other shelves hold fossils and shells collected by my son. A vase carried back from Morocco in a rucksack, sits in the fireplace. A jug from an Italian restaurant in New York is amongst bowls and pottery from sunny places in Europe. Gifts from other people; the Japanese cups, an Indian rug. It gathers between four walls various purposes as a room and is a space of gathered memories, prompts, and I think when the weather gets warmer, we will fling open those doors and gather more often in this space.
Having a desk space again is a joy, I’ve photographed it as if I were a 1950’s typist, I did learn to type on that typewriter, in the olden days (not the actual 1950’s btw) and under the desk is a big box of notebooks and things I’ve squirrelled away. De-cluttering is so liberating but in my heart I am still a hoarder, I can’t seem to achieve minimal living.
So are you a minimalist or a hoarder?