In the book A House to a Home by Jemima Mills (can a name be any cuter?!?!?), the rooms are so how I live. Yes, there's a side of me that might want something different in terms of the landscape of Chateau Gahan, but the bottom line is that I'm a busy working mom, with a big dog, lots of projects going on, loving to bake, a constant influx of thrift finds invading the sweet innards of this place we call home, not enough time to clean and pick up the way that I would want, the list goes on and on. The rooms in this book validate that it's OK that I live like I do. This is one of the books that I love most because the rooms are cozy and lived-in, filled with family and love. There are injections of color that probably don't follow textbook decorating rules. And furniture placement probably goes against everything preached in interior design classrooms. And these people live with the occasional dust bunny that they, like me, look at every day and don't have the energy or desire to rid of.
It's what inspired me to make the kitchen curtains in the ken out of lavender gingham. It fits the decor I like to call "hap(py)hazard home." It's random and it makes me happy (and it was easy, except for the part about getting the sewing machine set up). I used muslin for the white cafe curtains and strung them up using eye hooks and a white-plastic-covered wire. The gingham curtains are up in a similar fashion except I used metal wire.
Call me kooky. But my house is a home.
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