The word alone home makes me feel warm and comfortable inside. Home for me is more than the building I live in, it’s a whole collection of things that turn that building into something special, it’s the place in the whole wide world where I feel at my best and where I can escape to when I feel at my worst too.
My home is a reflection of me and the people I share it with together with all of my favourite worldly belongings.
The word home for me goes hand in hand with family and I have been lucky enough this past week to have had my son over from Italy on a flying visit with his girlfriend who we met for the first time. My whole aim of these past few days was to make sure Oana felt as comfortable as possible in our home, I had no worries about Thomas as he’s been here many times before and made himself at home right away but for someone new coming into the family it can seem quite daunting.
I would like to think that my home is inviting and puts everyone at their ease.
Home is a place where families get together to celebrate the good times and support each other through the tough times.
In my eyes the kitchen is the hub of any home something I brought back with me from Italy many moons ago and I long for the day that my kitchen will be open plan; an extension of the living room with comfortable sofas inviting you to sit down whilst I chatter from the kitchen as I put the kettle on, get a meal ready, make a cake or try a new recipe. A large table to seat best part of the family on big occasions is another must but the same table must act as Homework Central in a few years for the children whilst I get their evening meal ready and keep a beady eye on their progress. You can watch a vlog I did a while back of the plans I have for my home
In my home you can find the souvenirs brought back from various travels, pictures that have taken my fancy and works of art created by my girls at preschool. In my home I have an oak table and chairs passed down from my great grandparents under a fresh modern oil painting I discovered in Malcesine on Lake Garda as the artist, Elisabeth Schlegel put the finishing touches to it. A combination of old and new that means something to me.
In my home you won’t always find the bathrooms gleaming, the kitchen sparkling and the beds with perfectly made duvets on them, I try my hardest and can assure you it’s clean, just not perfect. I never seem to be able to do perfect unless you count the first half an hour after I have finished cleaning.
Everyone is welcome into my home, eat at my table, drink with me and relax in my company just for heaven’s sake don’t expect perfect.