The Hallway
It's no secret in our family that despite having lived in our house for err... nearly nine years that I don't think that the house is my home. There are a few reasons as to why, but Daddy thinks that it is mostly to do with the state of decoration. For example, everyone knows that I HATE my bathroom, the tiles are beyond terrible as is the layout, the actual suite itself and it is really, really high on my list of things to replace. I mean seriously, it's first on the list and it's going to be replaced... it's just it's a big job and it's our only bathroom and it's so much money. Anyway. The other problem is, the decoration that we have undertaken so far hasn't made me feel more at home. Why? Well, because I don't feel like this is my home I don't put much thought into it and so I haven't fallen in love with it. Our living room is jokingly referred to by me as Raspberry Ripple, we have some Raspberry Red streaks running through the li