I adore old houses filled with much-loved objects acquired from flea markets, op shops, jumble sales, garage sales, hand-made and gifted.
And in our last house, boy I really loved to fill every wall with all the things I adored.
It was earmarked for demolition so banging nails in the walls was never an issue.
But now we've moved, I haven't been able to bring myself to put up all the stuff again and replicate the style we had only a few weeks ago.
This house is about the same age, a post-war weatherboard family home, with a good-sized backyard and plenty of room.
But it's just been repainted, the floorboards gleam, it has clean, new blinds and it feels ... nice.
Storage is a problem: there isn't any, so I've been ruthless in moving on even more household stuff we weren't using or saving "just in case".
For now, I'm enjoying my houseplants as they make the place feel homely and loved and I've put up just a couple of paintings as it's what feels right for now.
And I have a horror of having to sift through mountains of clutter when we do have to pack up again.
Ivy Black Chat has a Shelf of Shite brimming with wonderful oddities she's collected over the years and I feel that will be my plan for when the clutter-bug in me strikes once more.
But I'll probably end up with a house strewn with junk anyway.
Here are a few pics of our lounge room so far.
The start of The Phoenix's music corner ... there's a fretless bass on its way here, he's pretty excited about that.
Just a simple house, but it's home for now.
One of the views from the back deck.
It's such a lovely spot to eat, paint, draw, read, chat and drink endless cups of tea.
Dashed off to the city on Friday for a doctor's appointment in a typical last minute mish-mash of clothing.
1940s frock and green skull necklace - markets
1940s bed jacket and earrings - Etsy
Blue spiked bracelet - gift from Vix
Granny bag, glass bead and fruit necklaces - op shops
Creepers - Dolls Kill sale