Interior envy

I could spend hours looking at pictures of interiors, but it all gets me a bit green-eyed. When BS (bearded scotsman) and I were living in Canada, I remember coming across a book that had me drooling for hours. It was full of brownstone interiors in NY. I love these buildings. There is something about their gritty, yet elegant exteriors and knowing that inside there are amazing things going on.

Brownstones, NY. (www.OldHouseJournal.com)

I would love, love, love to live in one of these, or maybe even just have a nose around (probably a bit more likely). They remind me of the tenements in Glasgow’s west end. The Neoclassical elegant facade, but with an urban NY attitude. I love this interior below. It’s so light and airy. The white walls help highlight the original cornicing and pops of colour and quirky fittings gives it a whole vintage vibe that gets me green. Oh, to have that space…

 

Interior (www.modize.com)

 

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A lick of paint

I’ve always been interested in interiors, but having moved a ridiculous total of 12 times over the last nine years, I have never really had the time to get my teeth into anything major. Also, there is only so much you can do when renting. You don’t want to upset your landlord too much! However, we have now been in our flat for over a year and i’ve been slowly making changes. It all started when I was heavily pregnant and having t0 stare at the same four walls day in, day out. This was followed by my first winter with a newborn, hence, being stuck inside for even longer. I had fun decorating Noah’s room last summer. It didn’t really need much – just a trip to Paperchase for some pretty paper, and hey presto, bunting! My lovely sister crocheted a bumble bee mobile for him (see below) and we found some cool Eric Carle prints for the walls from Paper Tiger.

Where I live in Edinburgh, there is an abundance of local second-hand shops and thrift stores where you can find old furniture and cool little bits and pieces. Sometimes when you have a new baby your brain is so focused on keeping him or her happy, that you realise you haven’t done anything creative or fun for a while. I had a blast painting up this old cabinet last year. It has loads of space for all our junk inside and I was planning ahead for the time when Noah would be into everyhting and throwing the flat screen tv off the low level shelf that used to be there (I seriously wouldn’t have put it past him).

Before

After

Carb Angel

What is a girl to do when her baby would rather eat his food from the floor than have his mummy feed it to him? Imagine if my boyfriend did that? Hey Jen, thanks for this nutritious, home made, tasty meal, but “f*%$* you mamma, I aint gonna eat off this plate”. Nope, he is going to scream until his face resembles a speckly beetroot and has either smashed or thrown it all on the floor…then it looks ready. However, if I gave in and presented him with a crusty baguette or scraps of toast for every meal, he’d be putty in my hands, but I can’t give in that easily, can I?

It is mighty frustrating. I have looked on forums and google searched the hell out this dilemma. Good old Gina Ford doesn’t seem to be able to help. I know it is his way of demanding independance and I guess I should be proud, but oh, I miss the days when my little cherub would open wide and happily down all of the treats I laid out before him.

I think I just need to persist. At least by eating it off the floor he is a) still filling his tum tum, and b) saving me a job.

 

Those were the days!