I promised a new house blog didn’t I?
Don’t worry- I’ve completely changed, I no longer go back on my promises.
That’s because I’m a grown up now. You now how I can prove it? I live in a house.
Oh yes, the time has come where a staircase separates my kitchen and my bedroom.
You know, when you move out of your childhood home and into a flat a staircase is not something you’d think you’d miss but boy does it feel good to know your bedroom doesn’t have to smell like the dinner you cooked.
So I’ve been in the big girl house for just over a week now and it’s definitely weird how it doesn’t feel weird. After a couple of days and several Ikea trips (I should never have bought a car- it’s made that place too bloody accessible!) I’m loving my new comfy, cosy home.
I never realised how much I’d love magnolia!
After two years of brilliant white walls everywhere it’s actually very nice to see a bit of magnolia about the place. I say a bit, I’ve gone from every wall being white to every wall being magnolia but it’s all good- my dreams of a room full of glitter will come one day!
So I guess you want to see some photos right? Of course you do! I’m going to start with the best one! Because, what if an astroid hits you! You’d never get to see it….
I have my very own dressing room…
with a back lit mirror…
If it had glitter walls it would be perfect!
However, let me tell you about the joys of a backlit mirror. It shows everything.
Girls- do not squeeze your spots! Every single scar is still there, just lurking under that first layer of skin!
Every morning I know look like this…
Anyway, I digress…
Not that your even bothered after seeing the majesticness of my dressing room but here’s some pictures of the rest of the house.
My Cute Little House!
My Living Room
The outside and the living room- my other favourite room in the house, mainly cause of how quiet it is! Every house I’ve ever lived in has been on a main road and this one is just set back so we can have our lovely patio doors open without it sounding like a F1 racing event is happening just outside.
Mr Amy Who modelling the kitchen
All the other photos are of stairways and bedrooms that all look the same because there’s no furniture so lets not bother with those.
I never thought I’d say this but after three trips in the space of 5 weeks…
I’m sick of Ikea.
No more! I’m not going back for five years!
Wait! That was a rash statement which I instantly regretted!
Lets all calm down, we all know realistically it will probably be five months.
If I can hold out that long…
But Ikea are very efficient people. I don’t know if that is a Swedish thing and they’ve been trained to be like but we bought a wardrobe in Ikea. We ordered it in the store to be delivered. We ordered it on a Friday to be delivered to our home on the next Friday. That’s seven days, you think we’d survive for seven days safe in knowledge that our wardrobe was coming but just so Ikea could make sure…
On the Friday we ordered the wardrobe
On the Tuesday I received not one but two texts telling me my wardrobe was coming on the Friday between 7 and 11am
On the Thursday I received a call telling me my wardrobe was coming between 7am and 11am.
Five minutes after the phone call I received a text message telling me my wardrobe was coming on the Friday between 7 and 11am.
On the Friday morning at 7.05am I received a phone call from Ikea, which I missed.
At 7.06am Mr Amy Who received a phone call from Ikea, which he missed.
I returned the phone call- they were waiting outside for me to return the phone call before they would knock on my door.
It’s all too much Ikea! I think we need to take some time apart, I’m a busy girl. I can’t have you harassing me like that any more!
So to advance further in my quest to become a fully fledged grown up the next step is saving up for our puppy! The countdown is on to get one in early September as myself and Jordan have three weeks off between us in September which was not done for puppy time but it works out quite nicely. I’m now in the process of trying to swot up so I know how to actually train a dog instead of being all…
So for all you dog owners (Pete) any tips on toilet training? To crate or not to crate? And anything else to help give this puppy the best chance of staying alive would be fabulous.