14/07/2026
Being the current custodian to my fathers house Sunday morning I woke up in my chosen bedroom and thought “That’s it I can’t wake up to this anymore” Magnolia is not a colour for me, I find it smile sapping, bland and predictable. I’d had a calming pale blue in mind but me being me I mixed a colour with left over paints, took out the modern furniture and got to work. By the evening with no extra money spent, a calm and relaxed room for Rosie, Blu and I to lay our heads at the end of a busy day. Everything has been restored, painted and bought by me over time holding the memory of everyone I bought them from, a connection to the conversations , the smiles, their history. A room does not have to be perfect just a place of sanctuary, it can be house bought, rented or temporary but by making small efforts it becomes a home.