Fingers crossed, please

It is all very exciting. There is a big chance we will be exchanging contracts and receiving a set of house keys next week. We’ve made an offer on a repossessed property and our offer was accepted. Because it is a repossessed house, anyone can come in and make a higher offer until the day we exchange contracts. It’s unspeakably nerve wrecking and all very, very exciting. All has gone to plan so far. The surveying, the solicitors, the mortgage – it’s all there. Now we’re just waiting for a few more papers from the council, and for the final thumbs up from our lawyer. I’ve got my eyes squeezed shut, firing little bullets of prayers into the universe. Fingers crossed. So very, very crossed.

I spend most of my days looking for inspiration for the house… Kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, colour schemes, solutions, furniture, sanding down old wooden floors, soft lighting, big tables, and the little garden. It’s not a big garden, but if there’s something I learned in Italy it’s that you can always grow things vertically… I am dreaming of crawling nasturtiums, a classic English rose around a wooden pole to create an intimate space. Lots of cat mint and lavender. There won’t be much room for vegetables, but that’s more than OK, as long as I have a little speck of garden that I can make my own. A little sanctuary. With table and chairs.

In the middle of all this excitement and the inspired dreams, we celebrated 6 months of marriage with home made banana- & blueberry muffins for lunch.