This week, I passed my three month probationary period at work. They gave me a posh phone and a pension and a mug and some teabags. And a contract. And chocolate. But that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is that it must also be three months since Steve and I moved into our not-so-new-any-more flat (because, remember, I decided to change my job, my home and my face in the space of three days? No? Did I neglect to blog about what a good idea that was? I'm not even being sarcastic here - when you have three huge things to stress about all at once, there's no time to think about any of them. Wonderful diversionary tactic. Highly recommended).
Oh, good grief, remember when I used to write coherent blog posts instead of just chucking words at my computer for ten minutes?
Anyway, yes, it's three months since we moved. It seemed like as good a time as any to show you some pictures of the place.
So here goes (this is a procrastinationary measure, by the way - I'm supposed to be ordering foreign currency and deciding what to wear to a birthday party and taking my turn to make the tea. Jeez. Tedious. This is why there is still mess lying all over the place and none of the shadowy bits have been Photoshopped - I'm technically in a rush).
This is what the living room looked like when we moved in:
We also hung the shelves with a large dollop of help from Steve's dad, and I painted the fire surround while Steve was away and unable to object (I think it's gorgeous; he doesn't mind).
And here's the bedroom:
The carpet was practically threadbare (and pink and stained) so had to be replaced. The wallpaper was vinyl (and pink) so had to be stripped off and replaced (at a very decent price because our friend's dad is a decorator - hurrah!).
Here's the room now:
Until recently, there was a "bedside box" attached to the wall under the sunshine print but, eh, let's just say it did not make a good springboard for high speed cat chases.
Steve's one stipulation about this room was that the frilly pink lightshade be replaced. It is still there. He's forgotten. I have not. "Huge round white lightshade" is the main thing I'm typing into Google right now. That, and "why is my eyelid popping?"
Next, the hall:
Actually, it was the same colour as the bedroom and my before pictures are very dark and rubbish so I'll leave you to use your imagination.
It's a work in progress - there's still a patterned carpet and the stairwell hasn't been touched yet (I don't mind the orange but it's a bit grimy) and the light fitting is... questionable... but we have painted and got round to hanging things on the walls:
And that's not all. We have a few more rooms and an attic which haven't been touched yet. They're all pending a new boiler. I'll hold off showing you before pictures until after pictures also exist.
But I will end with the fabulously retro little cupboard which houses the ladder up to the attic because, let's face it, it's pretty low on the spending-time-and-effort-and-money redecorating To Do list.
And one of us thinks this wallpaper is awesome: