My goodness, it's been a while.
No exciting excuses I'm afraid.
Just time. Or the lack of it!
My Mum likes to tell me that I'm not the only one who has a busy life.
I know... but perhaps I am the most disorganised!
Anyway, a week or so ago, my Mum, my fairy godmother Shirl, old family friend Barbara, & I spent a fabulous couple of days nosing around a number of stunning Hawkes Bay homes & gardens on the charity Holly Hospice trail.
I've decided that I am basically a nosey person at heart.
I could pretend that keen observation & the opportunity to pick up a styling trick or two were my prime motivation, but the truth is, I do so love to get inside a beautiful home.
I love seeing those little touches that speak about the people who live there.
What do they collect? What do they like? Who are they?
What does their home reveal about them?
It's a guessing game, and listening to others play the same game is half the fun.
You see, just your plain old nosey parker at heart!
Think about it. What does your home say about you?
What does my home say about me?
Some kind of hoarder and collector of junk with an OTT predilection for asian dolls & preserving jars, and yet there is not a lot of evidence of any actual preserving.
Someone who likes chippy old things, and shiny new things.
Someone not afraid of colour or pattern, and likes to mix both together.
Someone who likes things which tell a story.
I often wonder about the story behind these two old friends.
Their silk clothes are almost threadbare, and ever so delicate.
They've been almost everywhere with me since my school days (and that's obviously a while ago now.)
My sixteen year old self named them Sue Li & Wong Bing (!!)
So the houses on the trail that I found the most exciting, were the ones that told the best stories.
Even if the style wasn't quite me, they had personality, and that was the most important thing.
Amanda xxPin It