My M&S Magical Dining Room

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Oh I wish!

My dining room is actually my living room as we have one big open space which serves as both. We have a huge oak dining room table and 6 high-backed chairs that are seriously under-utilised at the moment. Only three of the chairs, and a quarter of the dining table sees bums and food every evening. As the dining table is the only place where little hands can’t reach, the rest of the dining table has become a dumping ground for anything important or expensive that won’t otherwise survive the Dexter-treatment. As he has a mild case of OCD, this irritates Craig beyond belief and he’s forever on a one-man quest to re-home things.

In an ideal world, we’d replace our dining room table with something smaller and buy a lockable sideboard to make the room work better for us. With another baby on the way we could certainly use the space! I’d also feel so much better knowing we have somewhere safe to stow away our valuables.

So what better way to spend an afternoon than to delve into Marks and Spencer’s home and furniture section, and explore their dining room bits and bobs! Inspired by a competition by style-gurus Jen (Love Chic Living) and Jenny (The Treasure Hunter) in which they’ve challenged fellow bloggers to pop together their dream M&S Magical Dining Room, I had so much fun creating a romantic dreamy space that would coordinate with our living room.

1 Maxim Beer Glasses x4 @ £15 / 2 Nova Red Wine Glasses x4 @ £29.50 / 3 Autograph Bubble Base Ice Bucket @ £35 / 4 Marcel Wanders Etched Votive Set @ £20 / 5 Capiz Effect Coasters x4 @ £9.50 / 6 Mother of Pearl Coasters x4 @ £13 / 7 Sommelier Carafe Decanter 150cl @ £20 / 8 Conran Copper Wire Trim Glass Hurricane Candleholder @ £30 / 9 Metallic Filled Candle @ £15 / 10 Silver Dinner Candleholder @ £40 / 11 Dinner Candles x10 @ £4 / 12 Butterfly Tray @ £20 / 13 Colour Hit Carafe 0.5l @ £7.50 / 14 Pleated Runner @ £15 / 15 Enamel Jug @ £18 / 16 Stainless Steel Atlanta Cutlery Set (16 Piece) @ £40 / 17 Manhattan Box Dining Set (12 Piece) @ £79

Given we’d have somewhere child-proof to stow away glassware, I’d pick some posh beer and wine glasses for Craig and I when we’re entertaining - trust me this will seem like the height of luxury after drinking champagne out of plastic beakers for the last two years! I’d also buy this beautiful glass ice bucket and decanter as these will reflect candlelight far more effectively than a cheap bottle of plonk on the table!

Finally, I’d finally throw out our current square crockery as this barely fits in our dishwasher. I’d go for something incredibly feminine and simple such as the Manhattan range. As grey is the new beige, I’d set it all off perfectly with a silver pleated runner and add pops of colour using candle holders and this ‘colour hit’ carafe.

1 Greenwich Padded Dining Chairs x2 @ £383 / 2 Rosa Dining Table @ £679 / 3 Classic Bone Frame Mirror @ £199 / 4 Padstow 3-Door Sideboard @ £479

How ridiculously comfy do these Greenwich padded dining chairs look? I can definitely see myself spending more time at the dining table if it’s comfortable - It would transform my working life as I’d have somewhere far more practical than the arm of our sofa to bash at the laptop. The ornate and traditionally girlie Rosa dining table would therefore double up as a relaxing work desk to earn my millions.

I’d child-proof the shabby chic Padstow dresser and use it for glassware, crockery, tablets and laptops. I know these pieces aren’t necessarily supposed to appear side by side, and we might find the wood doesn’t quite match, but I love different colours and textures and am all about embracing imperfection (good job or I’d be disappointed every time I look in the mirror!).

Finally I’d find simple wall art with muted pink, grey/green and cream hues to pull it all together. Hopefully the effect will be really calming and relaxing.

So that’s it - a very simple, very grown-up, light and romantic dining room!

What do you think?


Toddler Reins Take #2

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Okay, so the title is a little misleading. You won’t know about take #1 as it was so traumatic I didn’t write about it. In a nutshell it involved a trip to House of Fraser, a smashed lava lamp, a wet floor sign, and muggins here ended up £40 lighter as I’m too honest for my own good.

I didn’t expect to be writing about toddler reins again, as I didn’t ever think we’d ever risk our sanity like that again. But sometimes pregnancy addles your brain and your just forget. Before you know it, you’ve dug the offending item out of your son’s drawers and are once again slotting his tiny arms into them. As Dexter seems to be old beyond his years, it’s already (at just 20 months) embarrassing to hold mummy’s hand in public. This leads to him constantly over-shooting the path to our house and he’ll waddle several doors down like he’s trying to find a new mummy and daddy.

Reins, in theory, offer a great solution to the runaway-toddler. He still has the freedom to race about without having mummy’s fingernails sinking into his palms, and I get to stop the little guy from running out in front of a car.

But the reality has been quite different.

For a start, I feel like I’m walking an excitable puppy. He’ll run around my ankles and I’m forced to continually step out of the loop he creates, or Bump and I face an awkward (and painful) landing. The effect is that I’m pulling out moves eerily reminiscent of my playground days in the 80′s - think Skip-it and you won’t go far wrong. Even if he does manage to trot along in a vague straight line, he’ll weave from left to right meaning you’re forever switching hands to keep hold of him. The image isn’t helped by the fact that Craig and I have a constant supply of treats in our pockets to reward him for good behaviour.

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Don’t let this picture of innocence fool you…

You also seem to lose mummy points when you pop your child on a lead. Watching other children walk dutifully beside mum and dad, Craig and I are a little in awe and wondering why our little man is so desperate to evade us at every opportunity. He has no sense of fear whatsoever and will happily lose us in a shop and seek out other adults to terrorise. When you get to your knees and issue a firm “No” he’ll smirk like the kid out of Problem Child and make sure his next move is that little bit worse than the last. The truth is, we need these reins to work or I risk early labour running after him whenever we leave the house.

So yesterday, Craig and I decided to give them another go in Tesco. It was a good two hours before nap-time and we thought that allowing him some run-around time might tire him out more effectively than the usual trolley seat. I mistakenly thought I could draw him close to my legs and limit his range to minimise any indiscretions. Unfortunately however supermarket aisles are narrower than I gave them credit for and Dexter simply couldn’t resist making a grab at bottom shelf goodies. The toiletry aisle was a particular highlight and by the time he left it, the stock had undergone quite the reshuffle. With toothpaste now sitting cosily with shampoo, cotton wool with Lynx deodorants and lots of other obscure couplings, we thought we’d got away relatively lightly.

Pre-riot warm-up…

Unfortunately our confidence was misplaced and it seems Dex had spotted that the floor could do with a clean. A quick backwards glance at his handiwork revealed a trail of shower gel and a member of staff with a mop looking seriously disgruntled. I’m not quite sure how we missed the carnage!

Caught you Littlest Mills!

So that’s it now. The reins have had their last outing. We’re just going to have to face up to the fact that Dexter is an untrainable rascal and a liability. Sorry son, you’re hell-raising days are over!

Anyone else having problems reining their kids in?

 

 


Argh!!!!!!!! House Price Whinge

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Craig and I have rented since our relationship began. I’ve always been pretty insistent we do given that right now, I’m not convinced that now is the time to buy. Recently however, I’ve become seriously fascinated by my friends and just how they’ve reached ‘Homeowner Status’ at my age (I’m in my early 30′s… push me to be more precise and I’ll have to de-friend you!). Okay, I live in Reading and we’ve got some of the highest house prices outside of London, but if they’ve managed it, why haven’t I? I’ve earned good money in previous roles, and Craig has worked long and hard to get where he has. Yet somehow, if we apply the magical ’4-and-a-half’ times formula to our pay packets, the best we can come up with is a dingy one-bed maisonette on Rightmove.

But it doesn’t stop us dreaming…

Craig and I watched a program recently called The House That 100k Built, and have been pretty much obsessing over the idea ever since. It’s a fascinating docu-series about how cash-strapped people have flexed their depositless muscles, begged and borrowed off friends and the bank manager, and adopted the strategy that ‘currency is king’ in the most risky way possible - they’ve scraped that 100k together and it either works or their address will henceforth read as their local park bench.

The results were surprisingly impressive. As you might expect, some ‘expert’ was on hand to help Mr and Mrs X root through their local salvage yard, and of course there always happened to be a scrap metal dealer five miles down the road from the build, but they never failed to clobber something vaguely home-like together. Given we have double that budget, I’m pretty sure we could build something epic if we came across a patch of land for sale.

There’s something incredibly romantic about designing your own house. You can steal precious metres off your child to create the ultimate master bedroom, finally decide for yourself where those pesky plug sockets will go, and ensure the fixtures and fittings meet the standard you’ve been lusting after.

The problem for me, that is kind of insurmountable, is that we’d be homeless for the duration of the build. The series certainly suggested that this is more of a project for a young couple or single man. They’ll buy a lonely looking caravan and live in the perimeter of the build until it’s over, or camp within the leaking house shell as it’s built around them. With children this isn’t practical at all - and let’s face it, the closest I’ve come to ‘roughing it’ is staying in a university halls of residence for 8 months. Add to this the fact that the pair of us utterly useless at DIY (Craig’s brother is due round ours in an hour to fit a child lock on our cleaning cupboard) and you could say it’s a recipe for disaster.

The rewards however, can be huge. With a smaller mortgage, that elusive homeowner status, and a house that you’ve built to satisfy your unique needs, you can live in it for a few years until you’ve outgrown it, then realise its value and sell. With most of the builds on the series showing a minimum ROI of 100%, it’s an investor yield that Ms Beeney herself would be proud of. Given the ultimate goal is to move my family to Australia, having a home to sell here would certainly give us more security when we make that move.

Certainly makes you think…

So can it be done? With a young family and some pretty lofty requirements for a new home? Have any of you looked into it?

 

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