My kitchen, which I can say is my favourite room because there are really only three, and the kitchen technically includes the living room. The cupboards, made by @fallowworkshops are @farrowandball Cola, with a Rosso Levanto marble that’s stained to fuck but we breathe and continue to cut lemons on it anyway. Hardware is a mix of @corstonarchitecturaldetail and @beataheuman . The utensils rail is @devolkitchens , as is the tap which I always wanted but decided I couldn’t afford at the time so bought a crap copy and nearly cried (just kidding) at how bad it looked. Spent twice as much in the end than if I’d just bought the Devol tap in the first place. The three stainless steel wall lights are from a Manchester based company called Nocturne Studio, and the articulated one by my grandad and grandma was about £40 from @vinterior . Speaking of grandparents, the carimite chairs are theirs from 1962. I’ve been sitting on them for 30+ years and resuscitated them by painting them blue. The blind - are you bored yet? - is a really sweet light linen from @eastlondoncloth and the banquette is in an @ian_mankin ticking. It folds open and is crucial storage in a small kitchen, as is the bottom oven which is rarely used as a result. Had the kitchen table made by @konkfurniture because it was an awks space and I couldn’t find anything dimensions wise that I liked. It was loosely based around a Charlotte Perriand design. I think I got everything but watch someone ask where the lamp is from. Oh yeah, actually, it’s @_findere_ . Loads more flat stuff to share if you want it. Say you want it! Or maybe just mute me for a week. Either or! 📷: @horwoodphoto for @theststyle

A snippet from my piece in today’s @theststyle interiors special, which is excellent btw. IMHO! ‘Some words for the wise. Trust your eye over any rule book and let that eye wander. Aesthetic monogamy is dreadfully dull. Being “done” is a liminal state: there is always as much left to do as there is already finished. The wiggle room is precious because it’s where you stitch it all together and implant the soul. Second, and this one is important: no matter how consuming your renovation, do not talk about it. It is transcendentally boring to anyone but you. The housing equivalent of dissecting your dreams or sharing your marathon training plan. Having said that, as someone who just can’t help myself, my DMs are always open.’ 📷: @horwoodphoto

Home! Just two for now because some are landscape, some are portrait and all make me feel slightly overwhelmed about sharing my most personal space ont’internet. I bought this flat in the depths of despair, completely underestimating how much work it - and I - required. Thought it was going to be cosmetic and fun but it was deep boned and boring. The budget evaporated alongside my sanity. After nearly three years, it is my sanctuary, my favourite place on the planet. Home has, and always will, mean so much to me and this makes count my slightly damp and drafty, spider ridden stars ♥️ @theststyle 📸: @horwoodphoto

@the_vaults_at_stow is soooo exquisitely done it’s basically a bingo card of all the best interiors brands. @sisterbystudioashby fabric, @hum.london lampshades, a @beataheuman light and @britishstandardcupboards kitchenette. There was sourdough waiting in a basket, sheet masks left on the nightstand, and a bed so enormous it felt like a cloud. We spent a good hour each morning lazing, debating the draw of honey coloured stone. And more importantly: what to eat and where, which is important because food is serious business around here. We did The Bull for chicken pies, The Wild Rabbit for lamb and the local chippie - a 4 min walk away - for fish and chips with mushy peas, AND SCRAPS! Which is what I bellowed from the bath whilst wishing I’d never ripped mine out. There are zellige tiles, Lefroy Brooks hardware and a paper geranium in a nook above the loo. It’s all so thoughtful and functional, a proper treat, and one - as ever - that these pics don’t do justice to

stuff I brought back from 🎌 vintage match boxes that I’m going to get framed, books that run back to front, right to left, that I can’t read but can swoon over, antique kokeshi dolls, bowls, more bowls, a ceramic lion and a fish because, duh, hand woven trivets and hand painted warriors ❗️

Not strictly interiors, but anyone who’s been seduced by Japan will recognise the feeling, that everything appears to be - or is! - the platonic ideal of design. Of itself! Like look at me slack jawed and breathless over tarmac and fire hydrants. Police vans and lickably clean loos. Living ceilings of ginkgo trees. Parks with cobbled drains from which instruments the size of tweezers are used to pluck weeds at 6am. Unshowy ceramics in colour palettes I want to rearrange my flat around, bought despite having no space - or need - for. Sake cups for the sake I don’t drink. Matcha bowls for the matcha I despise. But yeah, relentless beauty everywhere. Impossible to play it cool!

For those without spare rooms or utilities to hide washing, allow me to intro my friend @dunkertonhome ’s deliriously clever contraption. Without doubt the best looking clothes horse around. It opens like an accordion, sits pretty like a star and is every bit as capable as its clunky plastic counterparts. It’s made me not hate hanging washing, or the damp, often dayslong aftermath. I don’t even panic collapse it when friends drop by unannounced!

After months of marinating inside! Out we all go, blinking and a bit feral. My windows are cracked open and i’m ready to neglect the lamps I said I never would. Might even forgo my hot water bottle. Just kidding, obviously, but better days are here and the ppl are quietly and deliriously losing their minds! What a fucking joy!

I am a wee bit tired of my flat. There, I said it! Not IRL reaaaaally, more seeing it on my phone. Bored to tears of its beauty, which is what I imagine a dreadful man might say before cheating on his wife. Say for a second that I am that dreadful man, and I was going to cheat, hypothetically, of course… Dare I dream of a side squeeze? Oh shit. Already did. Here. Quick, close Right Move.

before and after and bits in between and sorry for posting this view AGAIN 💤 📷: @horwoodphoto

Colour was one of the few things I didn’t agonise over. I toyed with a few shades either side of each but this palette was first out of the gate. I worried that drenching every room would be a bit much, but it harmonised the space entirely. Thank god because then the radiators - more drench! - arrived. Not to my door though, that would far too helpful. Sat on a palette on the pavement while I was sat in meetings in the office. ‘Roadside delivery, love.’ Finish wise, the hallway went high gloss. Kinda feels like I’m inside a Quality Street wrapper. I love it. Everywhere else is Dead Flat, which is not how me, a northerner, refers to matte, but the official name of the finish. It sits further along the spectrum than matte, so matter than matte. And Dead Nice! All @farrowandball Kitchen and lounge: White Tie Cabinets: Cola Shelves: Preference Red Hallway: Straw Bedroom: Parma Grey Bathroom: Pointing

Can’t remember the last time I came back from hols without something to add to this shelf. Glasses, bowls, mugs, coffee cups, egg cups. Some stuff is special and fancy (smash it and see), but lots is cheap as chips. So cheap that any comment or compliment is met with the story of how it came to be. The souk, second hand shop or flea market, and the price: less than a fiver. Or four for a tenner, which is true of the marble-y glazed bowls on the end, from the medina in Marrakech, you welcum! 🔅