Well poor Rusty finally emerged from under the mountain of work he’s been tackling lately only to be met by a nagging wife (me) begging him to take some housette pictures. It’s not going to make the next issue of Architectural Digest but not bad if I do say so myself. Remember the before? A frantic couple of weeks at Ikea and every other bargain place we could find and Voilà!

You might be asking yourself why the fireplace (sadly not a working one) is full of wine. Well I’m a gal in favour of easy access to wine and the only other option is the cave which would require one to actually get up off one’s arse and go outside so fireplace it is.

Here’s the smallest kitchen in the world which is good as it can only hold one person, I nominate Neil.

Big Red World Headquarters:

 

This is where all the magic happens baby (note the orthopedic neck pillow on the right hand side), the snoring, the drooling, and if you pan to the other side of the room you’ll see where all the real romance goes on…

Chocolat, Moonstruck, An Affair To Remember, Casablanca, we got ’em all. Of course no housette would be complete without a giraffe cage…

You know it’s funny. We’ve lived in so many different lovely houses but I never really had much time to enjoy them. Now I have plenty of time to stop and take a good look around, to see the beauty in the everyday things that make up my every day…

Of course I liked the housette before but now I’m in love. I think the housette and I just might live happily ever after.

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