It can be tricky decorating a 17th-century cottage when you have Liberace's taste
telegraph.co.ukFrida Kahlo sofa cushions; a bedspread from when I took the train along the Silk Road to Uzbekistan; photographs from features I worked on, blown up by photographer friends; my pink record player.
I unwrap them excitedly, like a second Christmas, spreading them around the house, displaying pieces of myself.When it’s all unpacked, I’m surprised both by how much c--p I’ve got and how little furniture.
Everything I owned in London was trinkets – boxes of old birthday cards, gold teapots, an ashtray in the shape of a peacock, a giant pine cone, a framed Charlie Hebdo magazine – and what is now apparent is that I don’t have many things to sit on.I’ve moved from a one-bedroom flat in Dalston – so small that my friend Rob called it “the cupboard” – to a house with a kitchen the size of my old flat.
Whole rooms sit empty. I use boxes as chairs and tables, having tea on them like Matilda’s Miss Honey. I don’t have a kitchen table, armchairs, curtains, bedside lamps or even a vacuum cleaner, which is a nightmare, given I have a black dog and cream carpets.
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