I’m not going to lie.
My house is awesome. I love my house.
It wasn’t always awesome. I meandered through early adulthood with a random assortment of hand-me down pine bookcases, blue Fantastic Furniture couches and lots of cheap and ugly MDF pieces, with the emphasis on “ugly”.
We had our first child, bought a daggy weatherboard shack in the mountains and I soon discovered that being a stay at home mum was a lot like being under house arrest. I spent a lot of time at home for the first time in my life, and I came to the abrupt realisation that I hated my house; it was full of hideous furniture and drowning in baby-related crap.
It was time to grow up. And it was time to get my mojo back.
I gradually started working on transforming my home into something I loved.
Like a lot of mums, I don’t have $1000 to blow on an imported kilim ottoman or a mid-century teak sideboard that would be covered in glitter and Dora the Explorer stickers before you could say “minimalist Danish design”. If my house makes a statement, that statement is: “Hey! Lower middle-class suburban mums can have cool houses too”.
None of our stuff is expensive. All of it comes from op shops, garage sales, Gumtree, eBay, roadside finds. The most extravagant pieces are ones that have been purchased new from IKEA. Like a bower bird, I’m always scavenging for random trinkets, homewares and artwork from op shops and cheap chain stores like Kmart, The Reject Shop and Big W.
The only big-ticket items are the music billboard posters I bought when we were cashed-up DINKS with money to piss up the wall. Mostly everything else is the result of my op-shopping obsession.
My house is the product of Pinterest, Apartment Therapy and The Design Files. In fact, one of my crazy dreams is to be on The Design Files one day, with all the rich hipsters and their artfully-placed $50 bottles of Aesop hand soap. They don’t profile bogans like us, so it will never happen.
I kind of eventually figured (with a little nudge from Veggie Mama), dude, you have your OWN BLOG. Do your own damn house tour. If you can’t be self-indulgent HERE, you can’t be self-indulgent ANYWHERE.
So, here it is. I’m sure it comes as no surprise that I have a thing for black and white.
And before you ask…. Yes. The white leather sofa was a mistake. A BIG mistake.