I have written before about the mess and dirt in our house.
We are sufficiently slovenly for me to know, deep in my heart-of-hearts, that an all-white interior is something to aspire to, rather than to live with.
For us, at least.
But it doesn’t stop me looking with lust.
Some girls dream of a white dress.
I dream of a white home.
Although, I would just have to add an amazing vintage fabric tablecloth or cushion here and there.
Just imagine them pop against all that white!








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