This is not how a stylist should live: Part 1

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Whilst looking around the flat that is now my home, I saw the potential, lovely light, big windows, original banisters on the stairs and more space than my previous, much loved but tiny, one bed flat. During the months before actually moving in I imagined how lovely it would be to live in when it was finished. I hadn’t really thought about the reality of day-to-day life in the state it is in now. I was brought straight back down to earth when I moved in and realised that I had essentially bought a floral hell hole that looks, feels and smells like a squat.

But determined to transform it I got straight to work pulling up several layers of the most patterned carpets that I could imagine and bashing off mouldy damp plaster, that was hiding beneath 5 or 6 layers of wallpaper. Some of the wallpapers are fragments of beautiful Victorian designs, others are just really scary and 70’s, but I have become very attached to the patina and texture of these layered papers and get totally over excited when I discover a new one (but more of this in another post).

Although I still haven’t unpacked a month later, (there is no point, everything is covered in dust and will have to be moved as soon as builders come in) it does occasionally feel like home. When I am sitting in my workroom- the only functioning room and the sun is shining through the windows, it seems ok.

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The rooms upstairs are entirely kitted out with dark brown faux wood plastic panelling, with a look reminiscent of a 70’s motel room on a positive day, on a more negative one, The Shining. And these ceilings are now supported on scaffolding so I am no longer in fear of dying whenever I am brave enough to venture up there. My cat Mouse has even chosen one of these (the one that I have dumped all the layers of stinky carpets and rubble in) as her bedroom. Although she is grey rather than white when she gets up every morning. Unfortunately some asbestos and a crack that I can fit my whole hand in have made themselves known down one side of the entire building but hey ho there is no place like home!

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