Nowhere I live will ever end up in the pages of a magazine.
I’d describe my approach to interior design as jumble sale chic, with a side order of cat hair. It’s been that way ever since I was a little girl, when I clearly delineated the line between my sister’s half of our shared bedroom and mine and proceeded to collage every inch of white wall with posters, photos and magazine clippings. My mum always said there was no point in decorating our bedrooms in the traditional sense as she’d rather give us free reign to make the space our own. So the bedroom walls were painted white, with just a splash of lilac, and the rest was up to us.
You can see the same aesthetic in everywhere I’ve lived since. I’ll take a half-formed idea (my red kitchen, for example) and then add to it whenever I have the money or the inclination. Think mis-matched cutlery, chalkboard paint speech bubbles on the walls and most of our cushions having pictures of cute animals on them. I daresay most people are the same: you spend enough time in a place, it becomes an extension of your head. Especially if you empty your handbag onto the sofa every night (sorry, Stringer).
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate elegant design: sleek edges, clear surfaces, something that looks as good as it is useful. BoConcept, as I discovered when I visited the Glasgow store a couple of months ago for the Specsavers AW16 press show, has that in spades. To celebrate the opening of the company’s second Scottish designer furniture store, in Edinburgh on 26th December, I thought I’d have a go at making over one of my rooms with some of their products. And, since the plan is that I will be spending much more time in the near future working from home, what better place to start than the office?
I stress that this is very much an in-your-wildest-dreams sort of wishlist – the gorgeous Cupertino desk, pictured above, with all its hidden storage space, would set me back almost a grand and would look a bit out of place amidst the cute motivational prints, piles of records and Stringer’s bulging crime fiction library. But not so much, maybe, if you combine it with the rest of my picks:
I don’t know about you, but I can almost picture the scene in my mind: the feel of early morning sun filtering through the blind; the smell of a fresh pot of coffee and the sound of a record on, me ready to write. I feel like I could get great work done in my sleek, new imaginary space – without an animal cushion in sight.
This is a sponsored post, but all views are my own and unbiased.