A room of her own.

They say that moving house is one of the most stressful times of your life. So we thought that we would times that stress by about a million and buy a wreck of a house, from which our dream home would magically appear within the subsequent months. Unfortunately house renovation apparently doesn't happen by magic and at times it feels like the whole project is going to come, quite literally, crashing down around our feet.
After what seems like months of surly workmen ripping the once fully walled house apart, it suddenly feels like we are treading stagnant water. Hope of being in by late summer is diminshing with every rain cloud and drip of water from a still un-fixed roof.

However, a light at the end of a very long tunnel shone like a beacon last week - our design file from our very lovely interior designers arrived. I cannot express the amount of joy a simple A3 ring binder gave to me. Each flip of a page gave a new wave of excitement and anticipation and suddenly it didn't seem to matter that the house had no ceilings or windows. It was like that bit in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy steps out into Munchkinland and glorious technicolor. Somehow that little file gave our house a life, a meaning; it was becoming a home. However, as exciting as it was to peruse colour ways, furniture collections and my forever longed-for AGA something was troubling me.

A room filled with LOVE.

I couldn't put my finger on it at first, it was an odd, lost kind of feeling. After pushing it to the back of mind I went about my daily chores and only when it came to putting Dee to bed did it strike me: she was never going to remember her room in our current home, her nursery would soon become a faded memory.

A collection of her favourite things.

It saddens me that she will not remember this place in which she has been so content and happy. She will never recall the beautiful wall filled with birds and owls that I so lovingly picked before I even  
knew her name. That room holds so many beautiful memories, so many firsts, so many nights of blissful, dream-tinged sleep. My baby girl is growing fast, sometimes I wish I could slow the days down so I could hold her for a few more hours in her nursery before she falls asleep.

Dee's beautiful Harlequin wallpaper, filled with birds and owls

Double D for our Deedee (Mamas and Papas)

I want her to remember this place, her sanctuary for the last 16 months.

The Story of a Room.

My dear darling Deedee,
How far we have come,
Since the day that we met you,
And the dreaming begun.

I sat in this room,
Before you were here,
I'd sing to you softly,
And hoped you would hear.

I chose the curtains,
The wallpaper too,
I wanted it to be,
So perfect for you.

I chose every cushion,
Each sweet teddy bear,
Daddy helped too,
And hung pictures with care.

Then you arrived,
So perfect and small,
A beautiful bundle,
So loved by us all.

I fed you in here,
and held you so tight,
We've played and we've sang,
until the day meets the night.

You've slept in here darling,
since 2 weeks of age,
Now you wont sleep at all,
Till we turned the last page...

Of the books you so love,
that you handle with care,
as you sing and you laugh,
As I play with your hair.

You're growing so fast,
and learning lots too,
I hope you have beautiful memories,
Of your very first room.

Love till next time -  L & L x