Shades of greige

Remember that I said I wanted to take it slow? Well, to tell it in twitter speak: #massivefail. I am not complaining, no, it’s all good. Life is happening at a fast pace and I am filling my plate with a soup ladle.

Quite suddenly and a bit unexpected, I found myself having a bout of so far lasting energy, and I am planning to make good use of it. There is a lot to do at the new place. We have completed in December and have since then spent every free minute assessing tiles, colour schemes or peeling off plaster to discover hidden treasures.

A gem of a tile

This flat is my second renovation project, thank God for that! The first time around was so much more intimidating; everything was new and I didn’t really have a clue what I was doing. To put some icing on the cake, I was also heavily pregnant, and my builder (or his sudden disappearance after taking another advance payment from me) didn’t really comply with my increased nesting endeavours.

Fast forward three and a half years, and I am not only working together with the best builder in the world (his name is Bob, I mean, what could possibly go wrong?!), I am also a much more calm, collected and composed person. I am a mother. The secret is in the name.

Gotta go: bars in front of windows

I am actually enjoying myself. I love coming up with ideas for the kitchen, pencilling them onto plotting paper and sticking little magazine cut outs into my scrapbook. Even if that means staying up late into the night.

As the new place is a leasehold, all works have to be agreed by the owner of the freehold. I have sent our sketches off two days ago and am now hoping to hear from the surveyor soon. Hopefully we will get the consent to turn the apartment into the Art Deco inspired, Upper East Side glam-enthused, elegant and cosy home I am imagining it to be. #allfingerscrossed!