Today I went to my local Ikea store to buy a rug for our living room.
I enjoy shopping for soft furnishings and the odd item for our house. It's become quite a hobby of mine and I've even starting consulting some of the home and garden magazines.... [I really am on the way to become a sad individual...]
I'm quite proud of how we have our place looking - it's fairly chic, with slim lines and bold pieces. It's fairly minimalist with some statement pieces...
But all this is going to change - and the metamorphosis will occur BLOODY QUICKLY!
It was while I was marvelling over the soft, decadent feel of a favoured floor rug that I realised that I could never again have ANYTHING that I truly wanted...
The whitish-cream, thick piled rug would look fab on my floor and perfectly compliment our colour scheme. It wouldn't look too crash hot however, with baby vomit, baby food or baby poo smeared on it. Indeed, all baby '[fill in the blank]' deposits would totally ruin ANYTHING of that colour or similar.
So it's 'goodbye' to future sofas, cushions, curtains and bedspreads of a light or plain variety. And 'hello' to multi-patterned designs, dark fabrics and scotch-guarding...
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