Good evening beauties! I have been thinking about publishing some photographs of my humble abode for a while now, mainly because I know us bloggerfolk love a good old-fashioned snoop around each other's dwellings, but also because I have just purchased one hell of a funky candle, and wanted you all to see it in action. Granted, I need to get out more.
Today, alongside jiggling my planet-sized booty to some fiercely enjoyable Reggae (gimme hope Joanna, hope Joanna, give me hope Joanna, 'fore the morning come...Tune!), I decided to blitz my floordrobe, do some extreme hoovering, and release my (very) inner domestic Goddess. I think it worked, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Ladies and gents, I give you, Kathy B HQ, aka the bedroom in which I blog, slob, hoop, wiggle, jiggle, sing, chuckle, laze, gaze, and do the Macarena naked .
Oh how I love my bed. It is the most seductive thing in the entire world on a Sunday morning.
(If we don't count a very naked Ryan Reynolds, of course).
Once upon a time (aka today), my zebra-printed socks failed me, and I slipped upon that fine wooden floor like a flailing donkey. Wild.
Got me this funky, yeasty canvas, and a quirky card. I like putting quirky cards on my walls.
This is where I contemplate the universe, get my scrawlin' on, smile like a stalker at Dobby, and pile up my antique books. The wall around the memo board will soon be completely covered in inspiration!
I love me some funky, quirky art. The print on the left was created by a very talented Luke many a fine year ago, and the piece to the right was drawn for me by my incredibly arty/wonderful best friend. I love Big Ben. A giant clock?! WOWZER.
I have come to the conclusion that this is the BEST candle in the entire world. My whole room smells of cookies. Mmm, biscuity goodness.
Bracelets and earrings and flowers and bells. And a little, golden rocking horse. Don't tell anybody, but the rocking horse opens in half. That's where I store my secrets. Rocking horse bonkerism.
This is why I'm not a florist! But look at the cheeky little owl, and the cute little birdie. Awww!
'Trying-to-make-myself-look-less-like-Shrek' central. My hairdryer looks a bit like a zebra. Happy days.
Guitar and bookshelf. Don't laugh at the snoozing monkey. I've had him since I was 2ft tall, and though he doesn't share my bed anymore, he has to stay. Love me the pink-nosed monkey.
My beloved hobo clown. He forever makes me smile.
This is me in animal form. Oink, oink!
My wonky-railed wardrobe. I spend endless hours slobbing around in that heart-printed dressing gown, looking all unsexy and walrus-like. Bigtime fashionista, me....
So there we have it folks! What do you think of my humble abode? Was it the kind of room you'd expected I would have, or did you expect me to be rolling round in a trough somewhere?! Have you done a similar post? If so, please do pop a link below. I love a bit of quality snooping!