#HouseGoals • A finished home

Over the last 8 weeks I feel like I have lost my voice. Not literally but digitally. And I wanted to give you a little update if you've noticed things have been rather quiet on the blog and being generally behind on every thing else! I have what feels like months and months worth of posts that I am desperate to share, but the house we saw and fell in love with almost exactly two years ago has well and truly taken over our lives since before the Easter break. I've been sort of fighting against it, wanting to rush posts out that are not quite finished, worrying about traffic dropping, tempted to blast out some "traffic friendly" posts I can share to the American foodie sites for a quick fix and feeling like a bad blogger for not scheduling old content if I haven't got anything new to share but after a weekend away at the Sisterhood Camp and endless chats with blogging pals, I'm starting to feel more comfortable with the temporary slower pace, more confident that when you post from your heart, with your voice, about the things that interest and inspire you, hopefully your readers will come back again for the next post. I know it's not forever and soon things will calm down. That and fast internet is finally coming to the village hoorah!

While every slow little step we take towards finishing each room feels like a mini milestone in itself the reality of living and working through a renovation project has been so much more distracting than we thought. All four of us have felt the unsettledness, the time that a house project demands of you and how it restricts you. Evenings need to be spent sorting, moving, preparing for the next day and you feel frustrated and elated all at the same time. That and birthday season with boys who don't really understand the nights spent until gone midnight creating their elaborate ideas for invitations and making up party bags. It's my fault really, I've nurtured this insatiable enthusiasm for birthday parties, I only have myself to blame when Sammy's eyes lit up as he drew out his idea for scroll invitations. With a wax seal of course! 

I've been frustrated that you can't give your all to a blog like you want to, but relieved that the walls feel warm for the first time in a long time. We keep joking that the promise of a new bathroom will make it all worthwhile! And then there's that fear of missing out that creeps in, that you are not at some of the lovely events you see popping up on Instagram and twitter and then slow to post about the ones you do make it to. What is it the wise old owls say? Comparison is the thief of joy? Yep so so true. It's ok if you can't keep up everything, if you don't have superhuman powers. 

The thing we have learnt about an old house is there is often surprises lurking behind the walls. Not anything scary or sinister, we did think the house was riddled with bird's nests until we realised it was actually a paper type material they must have used for insulation, but floor joists aren't where you expect them, there are masses of impenetrable stone where you least expect it and where you most want to fit new wall lights or plug sockets and nothing is level!

But that's really what we completely adore, the old beams across the living room ceiling, the stable cracks in the walls that you can't help run your fingers along as you walk upstairs. I just will love it a little more when the dust settles... and I can clean it away!

For anyone having gone through or going through the same thing you will know it really tests your love for a building when your clothes come out of a sealed plastic box covered in dust (HOW do it get in there?!) and when you know there is a lot more to live through before you can re carpet and the images of holes in the walls and wires out of the ceiling will become distant memories. 

Over the Easter holidays we were a family of nomads moving between family and letting the team of plumbers and electricians rip through the house. To say they destroyed it would be an understatement and I am so grateful to our family who put up with our piles of shoes at their front doors and wet towels over the banisters. I don't know what I expected, I knew replumbing and rewiring was a big job but when you actually see the walls with great huge channels ripped out of them, floor to ceiling grooves 5 inches thick it makes you clutch your face in disbelief. The contractors were brilliant and had warned us there was no way we could live in the house during the main part of the job and joked when we started unloading the cars the day before the boys went back to school (yep I said they were brilliant, a whole team worked the weekend till gone 9pm to get us back in) that I would have been in tears if I had visited and seen the horrendous state of everywhere earlier in the week. 

It's funny in a way because that complete destruction has in fact been less of a distraction than putting it all back together. Something I wasn't expecting at all. I'd forgotten about plastering, patching over the new pipework, undercoating, skirting boards and the fact that absolutely every wall in the house would need redecorating. There was one wall, that wasn't to be touched, going up the stairs but unfortunately one of them had a slip with the drill from the other side and left a great jaggedy hole coming through to the staircase! But having seen the mucky fingerprints it was no bad thing that this area got added to the never ending list.

Renovations aren't pretty but they are clever. We know the fabric and foundations of the house need to be fixed first and the fun stuff like floor tiles and kitchen cupboards have to wait. It's like investing in the house all over again and protecting it for the next generation. So here's a little update of where we are...

Living out as opposed to in boxes still! Most of our clothes are still packed away but thanks to my lovely mum who came to dog sit for us I now have an old rail from my brother in law's shop with a load of summer dresses rescued from a dusty holdall and we've used Ollie's old nursery chest of drawers for our everyday bits like underwear and pjs.

Our lounge still looks like this... But with a fresh coat of paint. We chose a beautiful pale grey colour called Dimpse from Farrow and Ball, a slightly warmer tone than this original Blackened which has more of a blue undertone. I am DESPERATE to remove the mattress that is out of shot and put the room back together. Over Sammy's birthday party weekend we had to just shut the door on all the mess and sleep amongst the chaos on the mattress on the floor. I know it sounds awful having a bit of a moan when we are so happy and lucky to be doing all this work to the house, but you know that feeling when you have been away on a wonderful holiday but coming home to your own bed feels so marvellous? It's a bit like that. I just want to be back in our bedroom, in our bed. 

The master bedroom sits directly above the lounge and the space mirrors the size of the room downstairs. A third of the room behind the wall with the head of the bed is where the ensuite and wardrobe area is. Well was... Rich and my brother in law Andrew spent a whole weekend tearing it to shreds! 

We want to make the space more usable, the ensuite was originally fitted with a bath and for us we would much prefer a lovely big shower. I adore having a bath in an evening but we are morning shower people! When we first moved in I ripped up the carpet which in hindsight was a big mistake - my best advice for anyone who is taking on a house that needs work - live with it! Just for a while anyway. Because the windows are so bad and draughty the room was exceptionally cold over the winter and after 2 harsh freezing seasons I realised just how much of a difference it would have made to have left the carpet. To help preserve some heat and also the difference it might have made the the boys' attic room above. Our bedroom has 3 outside walls so we weren't helping them above us either!

My sister came down for a weekend and we cleared the room - which is why it looks so empty in this picture! I have totally fallen out of love with the dark wood furniture and think my best bet is to give it a chalk paint makeover when we are ready to move all the furniture back in place. The ugly surface pipes have now all disappeared and we have moved the radiators under the windows. When we came back to live in the house it was like walking into a sauna we couldn't believe the difference!

I am so so tempted to sand and paint the floorboards but wonder if carpet is a better option now we have lots of lovely heat to saviour. 

It's a bit of a mess as you can see. With random Christmas decorations still not moved back into the loft after they ripped out the old tank. We have built the space for a new ensuite in place of the old one, moving the whole room back about a foot, lost the old wardrobes and instead are going to build storage behind the beam on the opposite wall. It will feel cosy but we are a family with a lot of stuff! I have a love affair with tongue and groove panelling and think we can make the frame and router plain doors to give us that effect. I'll let you know how we get on. As much as I'd love to make the room feel as big as possible this is a country cottage house and storage space is one of our highest priorities. The boys share a room and already their wardrobe is bursting with school uniform and weekend clothes, and they are only going to get bigger and the clothes will get longer and bulkier!

The ensuite is, well pink. Peachy pink to be correct and was looking very sorry for itself. But the space is great, we have enough room for a double shower tray and we think we can transform it into a modern bathroom. It still needs to feel traditional but I can't wait to have a sparkly new white suite and get planning on tile choices and accessories. 

I am going to collaborate with Wholesale Domestic on this project and can't wait to show you our inspiration and ideas. Why is it that the smallest rooms in the house are the ones that often get you the most excited?! It's a room that has very limited wall space, has a limited number of configuration options but I literally am counting the days until it is finished! To have a beautiful tiled floor to step into, clean fresh grout on the walls and bright lighting will be incredible. 

So what do you think should we keep a sink unit or go for a free standing basin and toilet? I really like the idea of opening the room up as much as possible and thinking about some kind of shelving above the sink instead of a big cabinet... hmm decisions decisions. 

Ok so these photos are nothing short of ugly ugly ugly but I love that we will have a record of all the progress. I have dreams about a gorgeous fabric window seat pad opposite the bathroom door and there is just enough room in the space infant of you in this picture, under Sammy's very helpful measurement note to the builder to fit a small chest of drawers or chair. 

By starting again with the internal walls we have the chance to wire in sockets where we really want them and Rich has a thing for hotel room light switches. Wiring lamps into the sockets so they turn on and off from the wall, bed height level switches and usb plug sockets for our phone chargers. 

At the moment we are heatedly "discussing" the options for bedside lamps. I have my heart set on scissor style lamps that you can push and pull out from the wall, like the old fashioned round bathroom mirrors but Rich thinks they are quite a permanent option. On the basis that this is meant to be a forever home I think we are safe to make a big commitment to wall lights don't you? He bought the old little cream ones as a stop gap when we moved in and I can't stand them! They are not really offensive but would look much better on a window ledge or smaller side table. Tell me you are with me right?

The utility room is the next big project. The kitchen is a mammoth, humungous task that is many years away but we use the back door every single day so it's a good place to start. We use it as a laundry room, pantry, boot room and general dump these bags of rubbish that don't belong anywhere room. But it needs proper storage, a new ceiling, the new boiler has gone in where the old shelves were which we used as a larder and we are planning a proper fitted unit system to tie it all together. 

I may or may not have been one of those mad customers in the kitchen showroom who squealed at the thought of finally owning one of those spice racks that get fitted inside a pantry door. Something all little girls dream of I'm sure! 

It's a really good size but we need to use it wisely. My priorities are to fit as much as possible in without closing the space completely up as it's a galley shaped room. How we have managed to amass so many coats is beyond me, but we need somewhere to hang them. So ideally in the gap where Rich is standing I'd like to have a run of coat storage with shoe storage underneath, because the wicker baskets we currently have are overflowing and you end up wearing the same pair over and over because your others are buried!

There's a window on the wall behind the washing machine so it is a light room but I really have a thing for slate coloured floor tiles so am currently on the hunt for some large square ones that aren't too thick as we can't change the height of the back door. And although this will be replaced (you can't really tell from this photo but the bottom of the door doesn't sit flush so there's a huge draught coming through all the time) when we have finished, the concrete floor means we need to choose relatively thin floor tiles as opposed to heavy real stone.

So inside looks a little white and empty. Everywhere has had a new coat of paint, the skirting looks fantastic, who knew new freshly painted skirting could make a room feel so alive again, and outside looks a little something like this. All the windows you can see at the back of the house are being replaced next week for new wooden windows with lovely brass window furniture and will be painted in our favourite Farrow and Ball Purbeck Stone. Because the house is Grade II listed we had to make a decision right at the start as to which colour all the outside woodwork would be painted in. We needed to repaint some of the very old windows just to see them through one last winter and had to submit a planning application fairly soon after we moved in. 

The listed building officer has been brilliant, really open to our long term ideas for the conservatory (which if I won the lottery would knock straight down) and processed all our applications promptly. We were granted permission to replace the plastic windows you can see with the hatched effect with timber windows in the same style as the old french doors. So everything will match in together and I think it will make a huge difference not only to how warm we can keep the house but also the look and feel of it too. 

So this is why my posts have been delayed lately, and this week it will probably feel like waiting for a bus because I have a couple of posts ready to share in the next few days! It's been quite an incredible few months, I've met some inspirational people, been on surreal trips and have a photo library bursting at the seams. 

So pop back tomorrow and see what I have in store.

And as I type this my prototypes for my backdrop product idea are at last being printed! I really hope that the phrase good things come to those who wait is true and that when I share them you will like what you see! 

Thanks for sticking with me :)


I'm working with Wholesale Domestic on our ensuite renovation project and will be sharing our ideas and our progress over the next few months.

Colour Run 2016 • Me & Mine Project • May

The end of May is one of my favourite times of the year for our family. Birthday fun for Sammy, a party weekend and lots of family and friends at the house. I love it when all I can see through the windows as I walk through the house, is people in the garden, some on the patio chatting over a drink, some chasing the kids through the long grass that has suddenly sprung up from nowhere and the haze of colours with all the flowers coming back to life after a long winter.

I love the noise, the balloons, the build up and ironically most of all the after party, as I like to think of it. Where we all sit around with left over party food, plastic boxes filled with drinks that have been lugged from boot to boot, no picture perfect set ups just happy faces surrounded by post party chaos. 

Sammy starts getting excited for his birthday almost 364 days in advance. Our boy who has the most enthusiasm for a party theme in the world lives and breathes it for weeks beforehand, like the absolute highlight of his young year. For the first time since starting school his birthday fell on a weekday and not in half term, and begrudgingly he went to school in a birthday badge, willing the day to end until his best pals came back for a party tea and it was finally the weekend. His teacher actually commented that it was like his head was spinning off with excitement and as we’ve only been at this school since last September I had to warn her that this was classic Sammy and worryingly we have 2 more years until we get to wake up and say happy birthday on a Saturday!

I have so much I want to share about his party celebrations but today I want to share our Sunday. The most colourful Sunday we’ve ever had.

Colour Runs are quite frankly amazing. It brings an enormous amount of people together, people who are there because they’ve lost or are losing someone they love and people who want to do something extraordinary on an ordinary Sunday, raising lots of money for an incredible local charity.

We took part in the Somerset Colour Run for St Margaret's Hospice last year and loved it, the atmosphere, the energy and the positive force that carried you over the finish line and into a rainbow cloud of powder paint. And this year the boys were old enough to take part. We left Yasmin and Logan in the arms of their very capable Granny and headed off in our tutus and neon glasses to join 1200 other runners in the 5k Colour Run 2016.

We laughed, we carried boys on shoulders and we walked/jogged and ran around the course in the hot bank holiday weekend heat along with lots of others who took the chance to take in the incredible views of the Somerset countryside. 

I was so proud cheering on Ollie as he sprinted under the inflatable arch at the end of the course, his little legs so determined to finish the race. 

The trouble is when you have a sweet 3 year old cousin at home, waiting with ice lollies, you want to share the experience with and she's too little to run, you have to find a way to bring the colour run to her. 

So we did. Warm up and all. 

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I wish we had bought enough paints to have made their mini run through the buttercups and cow parsley have lasted an hour. They couldn't have loved it more, racing through the paths Rich has mown up and down through the fruit trees. 

And the best thing of all is that every penny we spent at the colour run, at the powder paint stand all went to St Margaret's Hospice. If you get the chance to take part in one near you sign up as quick as you can. 

Come and join in with us and share your family photo. It doesn't have to be a perfect capture, it just needs to be you and yours.

We love seeing your family photos, seeing your babies grow and change. Pop over and see what Lucy, Fritha, Alex, Katie and Jenny have been up to with their broods this month. And if you join in on Instagram remember to tag your photos with #meandmineproject.

I've got this cheeky chops staying for a couple of extra nights, I can't tell you how much I adore that my sister and brother in law trust us to have her but also that she feels completely at home with us.

She totally feels like one of mine.

Middle East Milestones • #DXBDreams

I remember the seats. The hot leather on my legs and the faint smell of the dusty, dry sand. If I close my eyes and really clear my mind I can just about remember the bus pulling out of the complex and heading to school. Big school, proper school as a mere pup, just 3 years old, growing up in the sand dunes. Every time we land in a hot climate I feel like I am transported back into my early childhood, that hot dry air that kisses the skin on tops of your cheeks as you step out of the airport or onto the steps down from the aeroplane doors, and that overwhelming desire to breathe in the heat and let its warmth flood your body with an instant feeling of contentment. A summer baby who feels happiest in the sun.

Even now, on a balmy British August day, as the midday sun is at its strongest, if I hop into a car with leather upholstery I have this overwhelming recollection of going to school in the desert. Sandy track roads and my mum waving goodbye, clutching my sister on her hip like a baby koala. 

We moved to the Middle East before I could walk, a baby of a Gulf Air engineer who wanted us to experience what life would be like living abroad and working hard to save to one day come back to England. An opportunity we can't see in the future for us and our boys with our work so entwined with our home. There's times when I feel like I remember so much and then so little about our time as an expat family, I pour over photographs and can remember the mural my dad painted opposite the kitchen window so we had something pretty to look at and the rooftop washing line that gave you a glimpse over the painted houses full of families and fellow Britons who had moved out to the United Arab Emirates to work for the airline. 

I can see it was a happy time, even though I know it was hard for my mum to travel back to see my grandparents with me a wriggly toddler, and my sister growing in her tummy and then when there were two sisters to squeeze into the aeroplane bathroom and a big bump, that we didn't know was my brother, for the final few trips back and forwards. I look at our golden skin, bare feet and everyday snaps full of sunshine, blue water, days out to the zoo and celebrations. Birthdays at the beach, Saturdays at the Pool Club and smiley faces on the swings at the local park, chatting away to children quite happily despite not speaking the same language. 

There were so many firsts for me when we lived and holidayed in Abu Dhabi, Bahrain and Dubai. It's a part of the world the boys have never seen and it would be incredible to mark some incredible milestones now they are old enough to really remember them. To stand at the top of the world's tallest building and watch the sunset twice racing up from the lower floor to the top of the Burj Khalifa, to see the landscape for themselves, to be hit straight in the chest with that powerful emotion of feeling so small amongst such vast and impressive architecture.

Since we left when I was just shy of my fourth birthday, the skyline has been transformed, a city buzzing with prosperity and tourism but I believe the essence of Dubai is firmly at it's roots. A haven for those craving quality time with their family and a city of endless possibilities. 

It would be a meal of a lifetime for the boys to eat under the Arabian stars, to taste the flavours of the Middle East, to sit, admire and respect the stillness of the desert. To appreciate the pace and intensity of the city as well as the peacefulness of the sand dunes, when you stop in the four by four tracks after hurtling down a mountainous dune. I remember my mum and I feeling a rush of adrenaline right from the tip of our toes to the top of our heads in a second when we had a 3 night holiday together before the boys were born. That tingle of exhilaration in your finger tips that makes the hairs stand up on the backs of your arms when you tell someone the story.

It's easy to think of Dubai and be overawed with the incredible glamour of the magnificent hotels, celebrities photographed walking along the shore at the beach, and the luxurious lifestyle of the seemingly wealthy visitors but I think there is something for everyone. Those craving the jaw dropping fountain show at the Dubai Mall to those who want to get lost in the vibrant colours of the Spice Souk. I'd want the boys to see the hardworking side of Dubai, the history and hustle and bustle at the Creek and take a sail on an Abra across the water feeling the cool breeze that floats over the river, as well as the luxury and incredible wealth in the city that has produced modern wonders of the world. Walk hand in hand in between the narrow streets and explain why the buildings protect the people below from the scorching summer heat. Feel the side of the buildings for themselves and really see how people live and work in the city.

The intense heat in the summer lets you make the most of every minute of the day with shows and events starting later in the evening, and I know the boy's eyes would pop at the Wafi Light and Sound show. Last year we had our epiphany moment, that lightbulb that goes off in a parent's head while you are on holiday where you realise you have mini people with you! People who can appreciate being taken to a special restaurant and stay awake beyond normal bedtime routines. 

They are at an age now where they remember the tiniest of details and all they really want is for us to be together. I would love for them to hear the thundering hooves across the Polo field. Take in the beautiful surroundings at the Polo Club, the anticipation and excitement for the game and the love for the magnificent animals. Eat a picnic on the grass, see the sport for the first time and let them be amazed at just how talented the Polo players are.

What I love about the Arabic culture is the warmth for families and inclusion of children. That children can be exposed to more grown up surroundings and enjoy them just as much. My parents took my sister and me to the races, stood in the stands hearing the cheers from the crowd as our eyes flickered trying to keep up with the surge of riders that zoomed fast, that for us must have felt like lightening speed. Living abroad isn't being on holiday forever, it's about really living, and being part of a local community. I look through the photo albums and I see normal family weekends, wonderful ordinary moments with best friends but with sand under our feet. 

I think it's possible to have a taste of everything, even in a short time in Dubai. It has adventures from every continent on the doorstep but my wish is to show the boys that not only has so much has changed since I was a small girl and a young teen but also how so much is still the same. The strong sense of family, the warmth of the people, the local hospitality. There's a real sense of pride that you experience, for the buildings that have transformed the cityscape, for the food, for the history, for the never ending determination to make it the ultimate destination. That three decades on it offers the same new opportunities for families, couples and adventure seekers.

I guess this is a kind of before post, and a holiday with my boys would be the after! A whole new album of unforgettable firsts for us as a family to share with you.


This post is my entry into the Tots100/Dubai Dreams blogger challenge. Share what you'd love to experience on a holiday of a lifetime in Dubai before 5pm on the 26th May 2016 to be in with a chance of winning a 4 night family holiday with Dubai Tourism. There's an incredible bonus prize for one lucky blog commenter. So leave a comment on any of the posts entering the competition to be in with a chance of winning!