In an effort to keep things real, I want to do a tour of the current state of the inside of our house. It's a mess. There's work everywhere I look. We've got stuff all over the place and I'm pretty sure it looks like we are junkies. Despite all this, I think the house has a certain charm. I'm calling it 'Heroin Chic'.
A couple of decades ago before Facebook and googling cats with brain freeze was a thing, I occasionally entertained myself by purchasing fashion magazines. At one point during the mid nineties, it became fashionable to look like you never washed and spent all your money on drugs and alcohol. The trend was labelled Heroin Chic and it was very cutting edge. Artsy even. Pale, skinny, sombre looking models with smeared makeup, disheveled hair, cigarettes and designer jeans graced billboards and magazine covers.
However, the key to this look, which I unfortunately discovered the hard way, is that you actually needed to be stunningly beautiful in the first place. Looking like you belonged in Vogue as opposed to on Jerry Springer came down to genetics. And so it is with my house. She has the bone structure of a supermodel, in my eyes at least, but in it's current state, looks like we never wash and have spent all our money on drugs and alcohol. Actually 'Heroin' chic might even be pushing it. It looks more like we can't afford drugs and have spent all our money on VB and cask wine.
There's paint flaking off the walls, the varnish is peeling off the floorboards, there's holes in doors, broken windows, graffiti and every single surface is covered in a thick layer of grime. But, underneath it all, she's beautiful. Just like Kate Moss, who's still beautifully intriguing on the verge of rehab, my house draws me in and despite even the ants, spiders and cockroaches, I am pinching myself that she's ours.
She needs a lot of love, a lot of work, hours of cleaning, storage, and pest control but here she is, our home....
And there you have it. It's going to be a long road to fixing her up as we will be doing much of the work ourselves. We're still moving the furniture around trying to fit everything in so it's very, very crazy around here at the moment. It's kind of fun though, and very rewarding as we slowly get rooms semi-sorted. I'm a little bit nervous about starting the renovation as I really want to get it right and I don't have any natural flair whatsoever for that sort of thing. But, at the end of the day, it's our home, not a designer's showpiece and as long as it's clean, comfortable, safe and functional we will be happy. If I manage to pull off some sort of style in the process, preferably one not drug related, it'll be a bonus.