29/05/2026
Don’t get me wrong, I was completely honoured to be asked, and I appreciate the cause, but that was the quickest “no” I’ve ever said.
People seem to think because I stage and style homes, I must live in some perfectly curated show home. The reality is, we’ve got a solid old 1940s house with ceiling cracks, blue tack in the carpet, a kitchen that’s hanging on for dear life, and a never-ending list of jobs that all require one thing - money.
We’re a young family, I’m still in my bloody thirties, and contrary to popular belief, I haven’t made my millions yet.
Our home reflects exactly where we’re at in life right now, and I’m perfectly okay with that. Maybe give me a call in 15 years when the kids have flown the nest, I’ve built my dream home, and every room is filled with carefully curated thrifted treasures instead of things chosen for their ability to survive children.
Anyway, I’m off to scrub shoe polish off the curtains. Don’t ask me how it got there because I genuinely have no idea.
