I suppose in a way I was, but I was so very happy to be home and took delight in the little things instead - a roaring open fire in the depths of winter, cosy carpets rather than cold tiles, and family literally just around the corner.
In those first couple of weeks I unpacked boxes, hastily purchased a couple of furniture must-haves, nailed a few pictures to the walls and then sat back exhausted for the next six months.
It was only when the summer sunshine started falling through the windows that I realised things needed sprucing up a bit. And that the windows desperately needed a clean.
Since every room in my little home is over-run with manic children most of the time I decided to start with my bedroom. Supposedly a sanctuary for the soul. A place to relax, switch off, unwind. A beautiful space just for me.
Unfortunately however, it looked like this:
Like most of my projects it was started on a whim and predictably half-way through, when I was precariously perched on a kitchen chair trying to paint to the ceiling behind the bed, I was wondering whether it was actually such a good idea.
It was all very simple though. Completed in a day and with results that make THE WORLD of difference to my nights and mornings.
What I did:
Re-painted the back wall of the bedroom from boring magnolia to baby blue.
Bought a mattress protector, bedding, pillows and cushions in Ikea.
Bought a headboard in Argos.
Hung a picture I already had.
And that's it! But look at the difference!
Love. Now my only problem now is actually getting out of bed in the morning...