Sanctuary

On Winterising

On Winterising

(This is a vintage BrocanteHome post, refreshed and revived for seasonal inspiration). Now that the clocks have gone back I am ready to truly embrace the season ahead. To recognise that in just a few short weeks Winter will arrive and so I need to turn my head towards enjoying a few tranquil, purposeful days…

On Not Being Precious

On Not Being Precious

I knew this girl once. She bought a dining room table and chair set, and she was that proud of it, she didn’t take the plastic it came in, off. If you went for dinner, you had to sit squirming uncomfortably on the clingfilm covering the beautiful cream upholstery. On one memorable occasion, she threw…

The Domestic Groundhog

The Domestic Groundhog

Unless we are very, very lucky indeed, life occasionally has an element of repetition. In fact let’s go completely nuts and admit that there are times when living through Groundhog day would offer more variety than the endless whirl of laundry, school run’s, the horror of commuting and the effort it takes to pin a…

On Creating a Quiet Place

On Creating a Quiet Place

Life is ludicrously noisy. If it isn’t the television blurring, it is the kids nattering, the phone ringing or the neighbours lawnmower chugging. We are surrounded by noise. Non-stop relentless clatter infiltrating our minds and leaving us without a peaceful place to retreat to. Is it any wonder we all feel a little bonkers from…

Minutiae

Minutiae

When the house becomes the extent of your world, however temporary it may be, it is terribly easy to narrow your focus to the minutiae of domesticity. To become obsessed with perfecting the smallest of things and in the process to quite forget what really matters in this world. At the beginning of quarantine I…

Notes From Isolation

Notes From Isolation

I keep waking up with my arms folded across my chest, like a stern, disappointed headmistress and for a moment I forget that the world is standing on its head and wonder how many more minutes I can steal in bed before I have to persuade the child into his uniform and send him out…