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Once upon a time there lived a princess

img_5480Tomorrow I am off to Farrow and Ball to seek their invaluable advice about what colour to paint my bedroom and my study. “Oh come on”, I hear you say, “you need advice choosing colours? don’t you just KNOW?” well, no I don’t. I simply can’t choose which is why to a certain extent I only use Farrow and Ball. They have a limited selection which is good for me because too much choice is dazzling but also the quality and finish is second to none and I redecorate maybe once every 10 years so I need to love it and at the price point I literally cannot afford to make a mistake.

I know what I don’t like – isn’t that always the way in life? -but am having difficulty making a final choice.

Lulu’s room is easy – pink. It is already a light pink, Calamine, the same as mine and now she is having Nancy’s Blushes, a true gorgeous brighter pink. She wants a Barbie Boutique bedroom, so out comes the wardrobe, and in goes open copper piping to hang her pretty princess dresses. Also shelves by her bed for her Sylvanian family to live on, more shelves for her pretty shoes to live on and a display cabinet for her crowns etc. I am not entirely sure how this is all going to work but I have two days to do it. I have been promising her that we would re do her room for a few months now, I was the one who suggested it – idiot. But as I remain quite unwell it hasn’t been feasible, also money has been super tight but thanks to my financial whizz of a private banker – no idea why I get this service from my bank – error i think, but I’m not knocking it, I have paid off overdrafts (yes, two) and got a smidgen more to decorate at a lower interest rate that the silly over drafts!!! So now is the time. Also, a while a go a friend of mine was fretting about how best to serve his children in his newly divorced state, phone every day, which they didn’t seem too fussed about, or every few days? From my experience as a child of divorced parent’s I advised that the children won’t remember of what you did do but they will remember what you didn’t, so, parents – please if you can, do what you say you will or it is very disappointing, so here I am about to don an old t shirt and start slapping on the paint.

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The reason decorating my room is so important to me is that I spend a lot of time in bed, and this means that sometimes Lu spends a lot of time in my bed with, watching TV, chatting, eating toast – who cares about crumbs – and I want it to be a really nice place for her to be, I don’t want her to remember mummy bing sick and having to spend time in my room because of that I want her to remember how gorgeous my room was and want to be in it with me. She plays dress up in all my clothes – my expensive cocktail dresses are her favourite, she plays with my make up and I have made sure I have a beautiful dressing table and stool so it is a really nice experience. She favours Mac’s Ruby Woo at present, my six year old has the best taste ever. She has stated dabbling with my Bobbi Brown blusher and is not adverse to donning a pashmina and a statement necklace to finish off the look. I don’t mind at all, she love it and seeing her happy is a joy to me. I’m not an idiot though, the Gina shoes and Mulberry Handbags remain nestled in their protective bags way beyond the hand reaching height of a fashion conscious little girl. But if her feet don’t grow beyond a size 3 she has lots of gorgeous shoes coming her way when she grows up.

If it is of any interest I am torn between painting my room pink, Nancys Blushes, as I bloody love pink, it makes me happy, or so I go for  grey which I also love and means I can accessorise my ass off with pink but also Peignoir appeals. For the study, which is Elephant’s Breathe, I am thinking a darker grey, maybe Pavilion Grey. My friend Kathryn has thrown a spanner in the works by suggesting Pigeon, a gorgeous blue grey. Arrgghhhh.

You say goodbye and I say hello

Goodbye 2016, hello 2017. I am programmed to see the start of the year aligned with the academic one, so for me September brings the joy of new note books, plans and pens. The beginning of a new calendar year denotes a time to take things up, re consider, but never give anything up, its too hard, like saying that what I’ve been dong is wrong and of course I am never wrong so I couldn’t do that, just ask my ex husband.

I am back on a self imposed (read : the bank are making me) spending ban. I do not include Lucia in this, but its a big fat no to new clothes, make up, books (arghhh) and magazines for the next 3 months. Those uni fees won’t pay themselves.

 

And this coming year I am going to paint the house, pink, everywhere, I am very excited, as it Lucia. My Pinterest board has been crammed full of pink inspired pics for over a year and now I can start saving for pots of those gorgeous Farrow and Ball paints. I think I may paint the front door pink also. It is definitely my happy colour

I also desperately need new sofa, as the puppies have chewed a hole in the top on the cushion on the one that I have. I have been coveting a pink velvet one from sofa.com for a while but need to be sensible as a the puppy is still a puppy and it is expensive item of furniture. Worth every penny, but still in the scheme of things a luxury. Damn not being a dual income household anymore.

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I’ve been trying to sneak pink into M’s colour scheme at his house but he is resisting. Though that is the beauty of us not living together, I can have all the pink, grey, flamingo, fairy lights I want at my house and he can watch rugby on his massive tv on his massive sofa at his house.

I will also be knitting that cardigan I thought about last year and on New Years Eve instead of donning my glad rags and hitting the town I shall be ordering seeds for the veg patch. This gives me greater pleasure than I ever thought it would.