The twenties decade is one that is filled with self-discovery. In love, in life, in your career, in friendships and travels. But there’s an area of myself that first appeared when I was about 24 which has now become a full-blown part of me that I’m quite loving. My love of interior décor.
I wonder if this a turning point in the lives of all older twenty year old’s? The one nobody talks about. And I can understand that, on a Saturday night out, with conversations buzzing over travel tales, fashion and boys, nobody wants to be that person who interrupts with a little monologue about the latest in kettle and lamp designs. You will definitely be marked for life. But if we never discuss it then how would we know just how many of us are secretly consumed with drooling over bed linen and pedestals or beautiful tea sets?
When I started my ‘interiors’ board on Pinterest four years ago, it was mostly due to there being an overwhelming amount of charming kitchens and snug living room pictures floating around that I could not resist curating. It was like catnip to me. Decorating hypothetical rooms in my hypothetical house was just a fun thing to do. A pleasant way to pass some time. Yet as addictive as it was to sit transfixed at my computer, pinning away for hours, once I logged off I never gave it a second thought.
But this board has now come to mean more to me than a pass time. A few months ago I spent three hours of my life (yes, really) spring cleaning this board, tossing out old ideas then sifted through hundreds of pictures that represent me now and this burgeoning homeware affection. I slowly realised I was thinking about interiors almost as much as writing and skincare. And that I suddenly wanted to buy furniture more than I wanted to buy clothes. (WHO AM I?).
I seriously consider things like feature walls, tile designs, colour palettes. I think about a cosy French theme vs minimal Upper East Side. I ask myself, do I want an entire room filled with books or will it be too overwhelming and should I go for just one big wall, horizontally packed with all my favourites? The wooden ladder is a given either way.
I spend an inordinate amount of time these days browsing through all the online home stores and websites I stumble into, I get absorbed in the cyberspace vortex, oohing and aahing over chairs. Yes, chairs. Beautiful, comfortable, chairs.
”When I was at home, I was in a better place.” William Shakespeare.