I heart home #2...

I loved my flat the moment I walked through the front door and knew instantly that I wanted to live here. I immediately felt at home and could imagine our furniture fitting in beautifully and my partner and I making it our home. To be honest, we never expected to be able to buy it as it was out of our price range, but as fortune would have it, the timing was right, we stretched our budget, and we bought it at auction within a month of seeing it for the first time.

It's had a bit of a face lift in the years since, especially after Alan and I broke up when I (with the help of family) renovated and redecorated and made it my space.

I bought in as much light as I could, removing the heavy wooden venetian blinds and replacing them with more light friendly roller blinds, and painting the walls a rich cream that was warm as well as inviting and bright. It's a ground floor flat, so the light can be rather shadowy sometimes, but it's heaps better than when we first moved in.

In the 12 years since we initially took possession, and especially since I have been on my own, I have filled it with bit and pieces, furniture I collected from garage sales and a junk shop or two... a few homemade items and lots of trinkets, some of which have grown into collections. I hung art on the walls, some by me and some by artists I love and can afford or have been lucky enough to have gifted to me.

I am now single once more and just recently a flatmate moved in and so I had to move all my stuff into a smaller space and purge or sell (or relocate) the excess. (Yes, I will be having a garage sale at some point to get rid of more!). I still like to surround myself with things that I love, and despite the reduced space, it's still my creative haven.

Often I wander around and take little snapshots of the things I like, so this week, I'm going to share a few  pics with you and give you a little glimpse into my space. A pic a day, maybe with a few words.

Welcome to my home...

This is my bedroom door. The unusual looking instrument hanging on the door is a door harp that my Mum bought for me in Tasmania, beautifully crafted out of tasmanian sassafras (I think). It's makes a soft tinkling noise (funnily enough much like a harp) whenever I open or close the door. 

On the floor is a felt ball 'freckle' rug that I bought on Ebay just before Christmas, and on the bedside table is a framed print by a favourite blogger and artist Geninne, whose blog I have been following since I started blogging in 2007. You can probably see a block of wood with the letter J... it's one of many J's I have collected over the years. No doubt you will spy a few more over the next few week.