When you have children your bedroom can be taken over in the early years. It starts off with a sighting of a stray fairy tale book by your bedside and the odd forgotten teddy bear on your pillow, sweet things that remind you of your own childhood. Over time however, other less welcome items appear where you least expect them, like the time you crawled into bed late one night, chilly and in need of warmth, only to roll over onto one of those hard old skool green army figures. And don't even get me started on LEGO...
With Ozzy at Infants school and Kitty at Primary it dawned on me recently that actually there's minimal 'kids stuff' in our bedroom any more. Late 2014 saw our house extensions and renovations take place and over the past year we've made improvements to our bedroom, the draughty, noisy floorboards carpeted over (bliss), a new bed, new drawers, new blinds, new curtains. It's made it a lovely space - the morning light can be perfectly controlled through the blinds, in fact I'm becoming a bit obsessed with the different types of moody light I can make at the pull of a cord. I'm falling back in love with my bedroom. It's not the same love I have for my bedroom as a teenager, with Smash Hits posters tacked everywhere, an appreciation of Morton Harket's floppy harido. It's a grown up love, it's minimal and appreciating calm. I don't have one picture or photo up in my bedroom and nor do I want any. That may sound odd, but I spend a lot of time taking and looking at photos, when I want to relax and zen out I don't want to see any images.
We have some new bedding thanks to the Ubanara team, made of 100% cotton, it's light grey striped design is neutral enough to appeal to both myself and my husband and blends in perfectly with the rooms dark cream decor. The bedding is reversible, which appeals to the flighty, fickle beast in me - fancy a change? Flip the duvet!
Doesn't this just make you want to head back to bed with an interesting book?