Dressing My Home

Someone asked me, so I am regurgitating.  Truth is, I dress my home in the same manner, I like to dress.

Our 15th home began life on disadvantaged footing…

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I like white.  On a shirt, a bag, chunky bracelets, sometimes on my feet.  But a home with white, white walls, feels assaulting.  My grandmother had also passed away about the same time that I finally got keys and legal matters sorted out.  We were living at Blakes then, where the broody, black interiors, soothed me.

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There was a wallpaper print that I had grown fond of.

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The new flat does not have period details, so chinoiserie-printed wallpaper covering an entire room would probably look as stylish as the mutton-dressed-as-that-lamb.  Reluctant to let the wallpaper go, I then decided to save the dull, bland, white hallway, by clothing the storage closet with the wallpaper instead.

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The wallpaper became like the foundation garment, from which I built a look.  The navy and sand colours on its print were used to pull the rest of my flat together.  Away with white walls, I told my builder.  Pile on Blue Black (Farrow and Ball)!

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The other idea I had was to rip out a wall, exposing bricks.  Last Christmas, we rented a loft.  Like a masculine necklace, or a pair of biker boots, the exposed brick walls and pipes brought edge to the living space.

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My builder proposed laying a wall of brick-like tiles instead.  For a long while, this posed a mathematical conundrum, and my brick wall became, The Great Wall of-IMG_5534IMG_5539

Baby, Jon said.  Is the brick wall really necessary…

New pieces of furniture had to be bought.

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Baby, is the chair really necessary…

Our things were moved out of storage, and Grandfather’s paintings loving hand-carried by Jon, on his flight from Singapore.

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Baby, where do you want the scrolls?

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Baby, is there really enough space for everything…

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Yesterday, I bought a new lamp.

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At the store, I asked for a larger-sized lampshade than the one it was displayed with.  The glass base needs to be framed with something bolder, I explained.

Looks good!  My husband said.

Because it is really like dressing oneself.  You wear somethings from the summer- jeans, sunnies, more black.  But a new season is also a time to relish change, and play.  At midlife, I don’t want to live in the same space I enjoyed in my 20s (24/7 air-conditioning, an infinity pool with city views). Nor I am interested in the same fashion (Miu Miu!) I wore then.

In my home, as in my dressing now, I crave comfort, practicality and an effortless sense of chic. Form must echo function, and function cannot be a slave to form.

Ok Baby, good night.  Love you very much, and glad you are happy with your new lamp.

Thanks, Baby!  Oh Baby, before you go?  I need to tell you something…

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I also bought myself, a new dress.

*Photographs of the flat before its make-over belong to Foxtons.

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