One Year

This week marks a year since we moved into our house - the house we'll probably call our home for a very long time indeed. How time flies.

January 2012:

January 2013:

I think it was Jeanette Winterson who once said that a house is a home when every object inside can tell a story. Well we have a lot of objects and they can definitely all tell a story. Whilst playing with B this morning, with the winter sun streaming through the windows (Note to self - we need to find a window cleaner), I took a few snaps of little spots in our house which make me sure it's a home.

I always like to have fresh flowers in the house. At the moment we have the first of the Spring daffodils, and roses bought for me by Mr B as a welcome home treat.

Try as I might, I can never keep our kitchen window sill free of stuff. And even though we have two fantastic DAB radios elsewhere in the house, the one that is on most frequently (usually on R4) is the old analogue, grease stained one in the kitchen.

 A sure sign of homeliness - photos on the fridge.

 I love the stained glass in our Edwardian front door.

When we first came to view this house, as I walked through the door I could instantly imagine our muddy wellies and winter coats hung behind the front door. And here they are.

A room of one's own - by no means finished and full of clutter, but I love my desk, built by Mr B's fair hands. Just need to get round to painting it. And covering the rocking chair. And building built in shelves. And making a blind. And a million other things ...

B's shoes on the stairs, my sister's art on the wall (drawn when she was 18) and fairy lights twisting round the banisters. We like fairy lights. A lot.

Home made cushions in Mr B's music room where B likes to play his 'tar'.

One of our first bits of decorating, the green wall behind our bed. The bedside table was a £5 bargain from the second hand furniture store in Clevedon. And piles of books and magazines ready to be read - one day.

A box full of clothes aged 2-3yrs, bought in sales and charity shops, waiting patiently for the boy to grow large enough to wear them.

Me and my boy having fun on the stairs.