Wednesday, 26 October 2016

HOW TO: Three things to consider when stripping wallpaper

1. Time
Once you start it's hard to stop. Or should I rephrase that with: it's never ending.
There are ways to speed up this long winded task - you can use a wallpaper stripper like this; invest in a good scraper; get a friend to help (you might unfortunately lose a friendship over this); so having the time to get to the end of the task once you've begun is imperative. It means you won't stare at it, hating every moment you spend in the room and also it means it's one less thing to do next weekend when going out with your remaining mates is way more appealing.

2. Patience
Unless you really don't give a shit and are peeling off some godawful flocked craycray designed stuff to replace with good ol' anaglypta, then I suggest you take your time scraping off the old to make sure your plaster stays intact and as good as can possibly be. This will save you the hassle and expense of getting a plasterer in to fill in the divots your hacked out of it in a wallpaper induced rage.

3. Can it be painted?
The best trick of all when thinking about stripping wallpaper is to seriously consider just painting the bloody thing. Choosing to keep a textured wallpaper rather than ripping it off is, undoubtably,  a way of hitting a massive middle aged milestone, but one that many people come to cherish. Well, cherish might not be the right term, but just painting it means less time decorating, less money leaked out of the bank account and less time spent essentially staring at a wall when you could be staring at something a little bit more desirable *cough* ASOS.

Have you got any other tips to share about wallpaper? Do tell!

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Monday, 24 October 2016

LIFE: Struggling with happiness

It's been a long time since I used this space to talk about how much of a struggle I find every day life. I feel like I've been coasting, rather than living, the past year and I'm not quite sure how to find my feet again.

Sunday, 16 October 2016

EAT: The Lamb and Lion York


For the Lads birthday I decided to take him out to one of the best pub/restaurants in York at the moment - The Lamb and Lion - and booked us and a few friends in to dine there last week. I didn't really know what to expect. 

I'd been told it was good.  I usually go for those kind of recommendations.

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

REVIEW: Palmers Cocoa Butter

I have a love/hate relationship with body moisturisers.

I love the feel of my skin when I use them regularly. I love how nourished and soft it makes me. But I hate how usually greasy and tacky they make me in the meantime. And then there's the vicious circle of needing to reapply every couple of hours or so - Vaseline I'm looking at you.

Monday, 10 October 2016

Monday, 3 October 2016

BAKE: White Chocolate Chip Cookies

You fancy something sweet, but have nothing in? Well, if you're a pro home economist, you should have the simple combination of ingredients to sort yourself out with some of these badboys.

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Hello October

Hello October, hello internet.

I'm sat writing this in a room that has taken four coats of paint and three days to make entirely white. In a house that is at least twice the size of our old one. In a street where everyone speaks an entirely different kind of English language to what I'm used to. In a Parish where the average age is about seventy.

We've finally moved. We're finally home.

The only disturbing thing I've come across since being here is that we are the youngest in our street by at least fifteen years and it's funny seeing these people seeing me in my short shorts and eclectic contrasting colour combos, and wondering what they're wondering.

I've sat in the middle of our huuuuge front window and watched all the different people walking past. Not just youths, not just unemployed plebs, not just single struggling mothers. We've moved to a completely different area. With a different standard of people.

And to be honest, I feel very proud, but also very out of my depth.

These people are established people, family people, suburban people. I am not. We are not.

We adult to the point where we have direct debits for bills and use Go Compare for home insurance deals, but we've never adulted to the point of hosting fondue dinner parties or having an M&S display cabinet.

I feel we've brought an entirely new species of human to this street.

So, it's my life mission to integrate with our neighbours.

We have lines in our lawn. I spent two hours polishing my car at the end of the driveway. We installed a new clothes line and I washed my white separate (something I've never done before). I made the Lad come with me to say hello to the older couple in the semi we're attached to. I unabashedly wave to anyone passing who's nodded to me whilst I've been in the garden.

I'm trying to say: I am a youth, but I'm no alien. I'm you, forty years ago. I'm proud to be here. Show me your ways!

I'm hopeful that one day, they'll accept us. But, until then I'll keep trying.

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