Showing posts with label Bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bathroom. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 April 2011

In, in, in...but somehow still a little out...


Dearest readers,
I am, as you will have noticed, a very "secret" blog friend these days, 
but I read and appreciate every word and kind comment you leave here 
- thank you so much!

And now, without further ado, I invite you into our conservatory, a k a play room for two rather play-driven young family members. On this particular day, the toys had been tidied away in the baskets, but for those of you eager to play a little "Spot the Thunderbird Top"-game, the clue is to "think red"... During the warmer months, we don't spend much time in here, at least not during sunny days when it gets VERY hot, so board games and some other toys can be found nesting in other parts of the house too. 

To give the white and rather plastic-looking left wall a little boost of life, I recently made a few eucalyptus wreaths to break up the large expanse of white. I have often thought of putting pictures up to cover some of that wall, but as everything in here tends to get very sun-bleached, I have chosen not to. 

As this is a room where armchairs serve a launch pads for -young- human rockets, and generally has to put up with a lot of roughty toughty play, all the arm rests on the chairs now expose "war wounds" and gaping foam. Nothing that a few throws and home-made arm rest covers can't hide... and the room can continue to serve its dual purpose of  Young Boys Go Wild Arena and Relax in Late Afternoon for Grown-Ups Refuge. Very often both at once...




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...and in another part of the house, something changed earlier this year:

A splash of not so splashing colour...


Yes, a few months ago, I finally got my act together and reached for the paint brush. 
It was time for a calmer colour scheme in the bath room...


If you would like to see what the bathroom looked like before, look here.


Wishing you a lovely long weekend!

Helena

Saturday, 28 August 2010


My own soap opera...


One would think that after one week in France, I would return with bags overflowing with Gallic souvenirs...?

No, the only vaguely French-scented shopping memories came in the form of oh-so-lush-smelling bars of soap. I love these cubes of what allegedly is the classic soap from Marseille. A little rough around the edges, real lavender mixed in with the lavender soap - letting them roll from one hand to the other offers  a delightful moment of esoteric and aromatic pleasure. And that's even before you have run the bath to enjoy them properly! The simple pleasures in life can be cheap luxury in a cube...






My dream bathroom is reasonably large, with a clear spa feel to it. Simple, plain background colours, probably muted stone of some sort. 

Clearly not what we have got at the moment... 

We inherited this VERY blue bathroom from the previous owners, and as other parts of the house have taken priority on the list of wanted or needed make-overs, well, this remains a VERY blue part of our lives. But one day, I will attack this Mecca for mermaids, and the blue will be no more...

(Our bathroom is right above the kitchen, overlooking the top of the conservatory and the garden - as seen in the first image above.)