HaaZaa!

Today's Sing-a-long song: "Hyperballad" by Bjork.

It is with great joy and relief that I make the following statement. I have decided what my home decorating style is. It is modern. For many, this kind of revelation is not a big deal, but most people, actually everyone but my sister and I, don't have my mother for a mother. My mum is uber-mum. Crafty as all get out, smart, kind and a gazillion other wonderful things. My mother loves to decorate. In fact, while she has her schooling in Nursing and a Masters in Education, she's spent a good part of her career redesigning and decorating Kingston General Hospital.

I've been home for about a month now, and I've had some time to watch many of the home decor shows that she watches on a daily basis. All the time trying to evade her questions and comments of "Do you want me to do that in your new place? I could go that really easily." Of course, I'm grateful that I have a demi-god of interior design on my side, but I've always felt bad that I could never give her a definitive answer of "Yes, I'd love that." or "Mother, NO!" Well, now I can. I can confidently say no to wicker, and older styles of furniture. Why? Because now I know what I like.

Because of my lifetime of not really knowing my own style, I've found myself living in homes that are great, but not really unified in any kind of way. It's just been a hodge podge of things that have turned out well. Waffling no more I can actually say what look I want. Modern. Which is exciting. Finally I know. I can sell the furniture I've had in storage and start anew. I just hope, hope, hope that M will be keen on the modern look too. (crossing fingers)

HRH