Pastel dreams

As many that know me personally probably know, myself and Bicky have been (very slowly) decorating the house. I obviously have very little time awake (har), and my beloved hasn't much free time between work and caring for me, so this process has been suuuper slow -over a couple of years. We have our kitchen complete, and bathroom, hall and sitting room very nearly finished.

For now, here are some pics of our hall and sitting room so far...

I've only recently started using Annie Sloan chalk paint (I know, I know! -Bad artist, and even worse woman!). But totally obsessed with it now -Even Bicky (a male) loves using it... Like, we want to paint everything in it. For those that don't know: goes over wood, brick, etc, -No prep, very little smell/ fumes, brushes wash in water... Just really easy and clean to use.





I painted the TV stand, door and brickwork (which was dark brown before and only required one coat) using the chalk paint, and the hall walls in a combination of chalk and acrylic -Annie Sloan clear wax over the TV stand and door, but not on the

Stop telling children they can be anything they want to be - They can't. And that's ok !

I'm a big believer in making your own life and not depending on "what will be, will be", wishing things/ magic woo or blaming others for your situation. In this life hard work, actually DOING gets you places -no matter what wishy-washy quotes on Facebook tell you.

You cannot be anything you want to be -Disney and your parents lied to you. That's ok though! If you could, life would be far too easy. Boring, even. Have faith in yourself, of course, but back it up with actual action. It may still all fail and fall apart, but you tried -You didn't wait for faith to screw things up instead. If it makes you feel better that "it wasn't meant to be", "God must have better plans for me", -Sure, go with that. But sometimes, can we not just admit that hey that's life, and sometimes life is shit? Can we be practical about it for a minute? 

When outcomes are out of your hands, such as with chronic illness and disease, then adapt. Change. You can control how you feel and you can control how you alter your life plans... as a kid I wanted to join the police. I kept this dream with me into my teenage years. I loved art and writing too but wanted to keep these as hobbies, rather than a career. I think it was at 17 I realised joining the police would never be possible -I could not run. I simply fell over my own legs when I tried to. I had known deep down, of course, that my health and abilities had been declining for years. But I had ignored it, pretended I didn't care much for running and sports rather than the truth that I was struggling to do them... That realisation devastated me, more than I actually even