Really we should have more practical rules for living in a small flat.
Like having less stuff, tidying more,
not leaving our shoes right at the door.
Food would be good, as opposed to empty
cupboards and only cheese in the fridge.
(Even if it is really good cheese.
Also: chocolate is not food.
The same goes for that jar of jalapenos.)
Oh we should.
But we don’t.
Instead we have things like a Menu-festo.
Designed to remind us how we want to live ours lives… as opposed to how we should.
And to entirely justify spending whole days (and nights) out exploring London…
So, yeah, if you’re ‘daring to freestyle’ then the dishes can wait.
If you’re ‘dreaming bigger’ then socks can ball themselves.
Or that’s what I told myself when I was putting all the letters on the board!
Other flat rules include…
No whining, no complaining, and no frowning
(if at least to avoid creating lots of forehead wrinkles).
Most of these rules apply at 6.30am/7am.
That’s my most likely time to whine, complain, frown
and be like a bear that’s just been woken up during hibernation.
(I do so love my sleep!)
All three things sum up one rule completely: try not to take things too seriously.
(While the #velveteencat is demonstrating the rule that all interior shots should have a cat or dog in them. Fact. Really just look at a copy of Elle Decoration or Living Etc and you’ll see what I mean.)
This rule… taped to the inside of our front door.
Mainly because a certain not really a morning person needs to be reminded of such stuff.
Yes, life is good.
(Even if going back to bed seems like a better option.)
Rule 6: No TV. Yes, really. We have no TV in London.
We left our old one in Edinburgh and then didn’t get another one.
But like all rules, this is made to be broken.
Instead we have a projector. So we can roll up this map,
and just project whatever we want to watch.
Which means the rule is really…
Rule 6: No bad TV. Only good TV and movies worth the effort of projecting!
Coloured chalk in our letterpress tray…
because sometimes you just need a bit of colour. Or a piece of chalk.
A definite rule that one.
Um, so this rule…
… why be grey when you can be neon?
This. Always this. I don’t think I laugh nearly enough.
Children apparently laugh 300 times a day.
Adults laugh around 20.
I’m aiming for somewhere inbetween…
without being that crazy, laughing by themselves person
everyone moves away from on the Tube!
Second demonstration of the cat rule…
Not a rule… but a reminder. Crafting is good for the soul. Even if most of it is too bad to share on here.
I recently started a daily sketchbook – like an illustrated diary – and it’s so nice to sit and scribble just for the fun of it. They don’t have to be good, they don’t have to be bad, they’re just for me to see which is pretty nice.
And one last rule… ‘Home is wherever I’m with you’. (As blocked by the #foxowlcat!)
So many people ask us if we miss our old home.
And while I miss the floorboards, the sunsets, the fireplace…
where we are now feels like home because it is.
I’m here, he’s here and the two little furry fiends are here.
That’s everything we need. Everything that home is.
(Plus a few sideboards, prints and chairs of course!)