The theme running through the blog the next few months is ‘Home’. Odd, you might think as all I write about are interiors and home-y stuff. I really want to go deeper than that. Home is becoming more and more important to me. My life is getting crazy, this by the way isn’t necessarily a good thing. The business is expanding and the opportunities coming in have me reeling with excitement, trepidation, fear, butterflies (a whole gamut of emotions). As a result my home is one of the places I feel rooted, happy and relaxed.

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Photo: My living room and Maud!

What does home mean to you? For me, it’s thick quilts on beds, the roar of a log fire, candles lit on winter evenings, like those I stumbled upon in Stockholm. Oh, and perhaps a cosy reading nook overlooking a garden. Get that cosy feeling with these ideas below.

I am obsessed with creating cosy spaces, places that urge you to linger longer – this is what I’ve tried to do in my stores too. Perfectly lit, never overly designed, not polished, perfect or cleaned to an inch of their lives.
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                                    Photo: My recently revamped Essex Road store

Homes should tell a story, your story. Creating a cosy pad has got nothing to do with the country you live in. It’s also got nothing to do with money. Obviously, it helps but over the years, (and I’m talking from experience here) the more money the client has to spend the more uptight the overall look! It’s because those homes try too hard – comforting, cosy, cosseting spaces shouldn’t try, they are simply lived in and loved.

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I guess, what I’m trying to say is, if you want to create a truly cosy home stop thinking about it from a design perspective and instead think of it more as a feeling. Stop designing and instead start living. If you want to create a home that makes you happy, drill into that emotion. I want my home to feel like its wrapped me in a squished cashmere blanket – its mythical and mysterious. It’s a place where I can plod around in my PJ’s spooning almond butter from a jar, or plonk on my sofa-watching Real Housewives. It’s that feeling of the familiar, it doesn’t judge me, it’s mine and I love it!

What makes your pad, your home?