We’re in the midst of designing our dream home. Hubby and I have taken the plunge and signed with a builder. At first glance (through rose coloured lenses) it seems such an exciting and pleasurable task, personalising a home, making it yours from the concrete slab to the roof tiles. Then you get closer, and this big picture is revealed. I'm struggling to see how all the components fit together and I don’t have much confidence in my ability to visualise...
Then there’s the interior and my oh my how I am struggling! My gorgeous husband says, “It’s ok honey, you can select the interior paint colours.” This scares the hell out of me, because with complete creative freedom I’m now incredibly paranoid that when the painting is done he’ll walk in and say “Oh my god what were you thinking?” There are a lot of things that we agree on but we can also be like chalk and cheese sometimes. Husband, for example, would like to ‘theme’ one of the rooms in the house, not so scary you say? Well how about this, he sees a four foot tall Egyptian pharaoh statue and suggests that would be a perfect start to an Egyptian themed living room. Oh no. Not if you want me to live there! It’s not that I’m against a theme, I think it would be nice, but it still does have to fit the rest of the house, doesn’t it?
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