Hi my friend,
A couple of weeks ago, I chatted to you about how creating a home that feels like us, and that we’re proud of, is so important. And people have definitely rolled their eyes at me when I’ve said this…
But it’s true.
Since moving into my new house, only two of my friends ever stepped foot in it. I apologised about the fact that the living room was small, the wallpaper was peeling at the edges, and the door was creaky.
Honestly, I might as well have apologised that it wasn't Buckingham Palace.
Every time I apologised, I was so annoyed at myself. Honestly, they probably didn't even notice any of that. But good on me, feeling the need to point out all that was WRONG instead of the fact that I’d bought a bloody house… in London. Typical me.
Deep down though, it was because nothing felt like me.
But since then, I've put in so much elbow grease… and all other kinds of grease to do what I could. And even though I had no budget for renovations and I am by NO means an expert, it was when I brought art into my space that it really felt like home. Because art brought colour, stories, and memories into my space. And slowly but surely, it actually gave me confidence in my home and to share more of it with the people I cared about... even if it wasn't perfect.
And before I knew it, the next time I had friends over, I promise, I didn't even mention the wonky plasterwork tucked behind the kitchen table that I’ve been meaning to get to.
Instead, I said - welcome to my home, I’m so happy to have you here.
And I really meant it.
Can you relate?
Love,
Affie
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