Since I was little I remember shoving my knees into my iron bed and pushing it with all my might to get it to move under the window... then standing back, looking at it, and then moving it back to another wall, because it obviously doesnt go there. Yelling down the the stairs for Dad to come RIGHT NOW because it just couldnt wait; this wardrobe just HAD to be moved to the other side of the room RIGHT NOW. I did this every few weeks, and the amount of pin holes in my wall from moving around pictures for 10 years in one room was just atrocious. I always felt good after moving things around, I liked having all my familiar surroundings, I loved my furniture and my stuff, but creating a space that fit my mood was always so therapeutic to me. I don't know why I'm talking in past tense, because it's still like that. Setting up a home with J is SO exciting to me. I LOVE coming home, I hate leaving in the morning for work, I love moving furniture & making furniture, I hate a messy house, and I love living in this this house with my husband. Our biggest dreams for the future are to firstly build our own house, and then one day to work together to build homes as a job. (God definitely knew what He was doing when he partnered me with a builder who loves to make a space as much as I do. Jonny always throws himself into whatever project he's making and puts his whole heart in it and I love that.) We want to create spaces that are comfortable and inviting, somewhere that you never want to leave. At the moment our house has been all about calmness. In our crazy moving life right now, our home is a place of calm; neutral colours, warm tones; a place where we can just unwind. I love a space that feels familiar, but also a place that is always changing and growing, just like we are.