Sweeping the Lavender

It has been one week since moving into the Sweeping Lavender*; what a transformation there has been from caravan to retro chic!! Thanks to the fact that I live with two natives, the house has been kitted out with a yucca and jasmine, TV and digi box (which I connected myself) and various containers to hide, retain freshness, and keep out mice. With throws from the Caribbean, chenille cushions, and truffle oil in the cupboards, the living area has become a chateau. Beyond the stubborn door lies a multitude of decorating sins which can only be forgiven by a spirit of gratefulness that comes with a transient existence. Deciding to cooperate rather than fight it, we have endowed our smurf blue bathroom with all mannerisms of that violent colour, and I have learned to live with my ultimate fear in colour schemes, in my supposed oasis of peace, PEACH!! Oh the floral lavender prints and pansy borders that become tolerable when the 5 thread count, super thin duvet set is free.

Regardless of all these faux pars, there is nothing like dumping your clothes on the floor and knowing that you won't have to cram it all into a pack for a length of time long enough to potentially know exactly which minute past eight to catch the little green man for a perfect journey to the train station. After ten months of being on the road, in the air, on a camel, it is divine to be able to tumble into my own place after work (and that doesn't mean just going upstairs) inviting people over for a meal, and doing banal jobs such as vacuuming, grocery shopping, and changing light bulbs. Life is certainly in the little details.

*Apparently, Bob Geldof and Princess Fergie used to live on Lavender Sweep.