I thought it might be nice to show you around our weird house. I'm not a clean-freak, (let's face it even if I was I wouldn't have the time.) So what we end up with is a house full of "stuff." It's this stuff that makes our family what it is, and it's only a bit weird when you start walking around with an iPhone taking photos...
It's a bit like a jumble sale our house. I'm like a cat lady with no cats....
The Snow Man on the Window Sil
These are actually two candles when separated. I'm sick to death of separating them. Rosie puts them like this EVERY DAY and calls it her snow man. So...snow man it is.
Just as I can't accessorize, I can't decorate or make anything match anywhere. My brain doesn't work that way, so I simply buy shit that I like and put it wherever I like.
See exhibit A. An orange owl that cost £1, an expensive Russian doll from Moscow and a hand-painted Russian egg from St. Petersburg.
We just like them.
There's a Ghost In My House
Emily made this little hanging ghost for Halloween when she was 6.
She is now almost 13.
What do you mean, "you just can't be arsed taking it down??"
The Top of the Wedding Cake
This is on top of our fridge. We're very sentimental, we could never throw it away, and I'm too scared to cut it in case it is green inside.
We got married in 2010.
We have a little Duncan Ferguson on one of our bookshelves. He played for Everton FC and is Warren's all-time hero. He lives on the book shelf. The kids play with him now and again, having grown up with him living there.
Duncan is the only thing that they ever return back to it's rightful place.
I just have to have all of my books everywhere in the run up to essay deadlines. I can't help it.
I have a desk upstairs but I've worked on the dining table for 6 years now and my system works so fuck it.
The Notice Board
It organises all of us.
A Non-Essay Deadline Dining Table
I'm just putting this here in the interest of fairness.
I spent ages cleaning this. Looks good enough to eat your tea off doesn't it, eh?
The Shit Drawer
Everyone's got one, right?
We only ever empty it when we can't physically open or close the damn thing. You know what's in there... leaflets, school letters, electricity bills....one big adult yawn-fest.