Time to eat my words.
Right here I talked about my disdain for colour-blocked book shelves.
And here I am, six months later, doing just that. (And watching Barton Fink.)
My excuse: the shelves aren’t strong enough to cram in loads of books in the haphazard way I prefer, so it just looked a bit weak and sadly messy. I had to do something. Seemed like the best choice for now.
I’m not too proud to admit I’m going back on my words! (I still feel a bit silly for doing it, between you and me).
You’ll have to wait for the summer edition of Heart Home Magazine to see the results. They’re shooting my house this week. Time to buckle down and make magic happen here. The house has definitely been tidier. Including that hideous mess of tangled wires behind the telly. How do I tame it?