The one where we began a renovation!

a week of dust, Deliveroo's and discoveries...

Admittedly, an open food bin, a multipack of Pom Bears and a cluttered kitchen aren’t as polished as I’d like to have begun this post- but for honesty’s sake!

After spending last weekend packing up all of the boxes it feels like we’ve only just unpacked; realising how much you can really fill a space in a very short space of time and trying to work out what we’ll need to fashion a little bedroom-cum-kitchen (we’re going for a makeshift restaurant-upstairs kind of bistro with jacket potatoes and cereal making up the entirety of the menu)- this week we began a kitchen renovation!

Started getting our kitchen done!

Doing some bits to the house!

Sorting out the downstairs!

(hence why a very delayed send out this week- which I am very sorry for!)

To me, the word renovation often feels too grown up and removed from what I ever thought we’d have the chance to be doing now. It seems like a huge word. An enormous prospect for a home to undertake. A big word packed with lots of jobs, things to think about, requirements, questions, answers to be found, measurements to be made, things to source, people to employ and hefty costs- but ultimately the most enormous privilege too.

The excitement of having the chance to reconfigure our home into a space that works better for us, suits our busy lives and means we can utilise every corner of our downstairs; from cooking, socialising, hosting, playing and dancing is unparalleled- and despite the dust, disruption and… erm… digging? I am truly lapping it all up. The novelty of seeing the bones of a home. Watching it come apart and then come together, and having the chance to place all of the pieces back in a way that feels exactly as you’d hope it too is a truly magical thing.