Hannah and I have a mutual love of nature, crafting and interiors. Her blog was one of the very first I followed when I started out four years ago, blogging. During this time I have seen Hannah's then London flat, grow and transform, the birth of Frankie and then their move to the country. Her style is natural, colouful, crafted and uniquely Hannah - which I adore!
I am delighted Hannah has given me a little house tour... over to Hannah!
Our move also took us much closer to the beaches and the forests of Kent, so before long, the plants found themselves jostling for space with piles of dried seaweed, stones and shells from the beach and acorns and branches both big and small from the forest.
I am literally always on the hunt for natural treasures. Every time I leave the house I return with a little (or a big) something stashed away in my pockets or basket. Having a toddler gives me more of an excuse to stop and admire the stones or pick wildflowers or weeds. But I’ve always done it.
Soon, and rather unexpectedly, we are leaving our ramshackle Kentish monolith. (Ok, monolith may be a slight exaggeration. It just felt like that when we moved from our little 2 bed flat) so I was prompted recently to take some photos of the beast, in memoriam. And, in exchange for Lou’s lovely words on Seeds and Stitches, here are some words, and a little tour of the nature in my home, for Little Green Shed.
The kitchen has 3 windowsills and 3 big windows, so most of the plants reside there, in varying states of protest over the too high/too low light levels. I am learning more everyday about such things.
I am a little obsessed with sticks. We have a huge one above our kitchen table (devilishly hard to photograph) and other branches all over the house. We often paint or wrap wool around them too, like the stick mobile I made for Frankie-Rose’s room.
|Beach treasures in the hall|
Living by the sea is wonderful for many reasons, not least the treasures she posits on the beach for eager eyed beach combers like Frankie Rose and I. I love the almost architectural form of this dried seaweed, collected from Whitstable beach. We have beautiful gnarled or pockmarked shells with glistening iridescent interiors and sea-smoothed beach stones in little stacks all over the house.
We spend most of our time in the kitchen downstairs, so most of the plants live there too, where we can watch and fret over them, and bicker about who’s over or under watering them. So the lounge harbours our sturdiest plants. An enormous Mother-in-Laws tongue stands sentinel next to the telly, a sturdy 8 pronged cactus guards the sideboard (along with more beach treasures) and a virulent spider plant that I am eagerly awaiting to self-propagate hangs by the sofa in a home made hanging plant holder.
We have a cactus in the bedroom too, again chosen because it requires almost no attention, yet provides its sleeping neighbours with air purification at night.
We change the natural decorations in the house according to the seasons, give or take some time for procrastination and busyness. It’s Summer and I look around me and the house is covered with beach treasures. In Autumn we paint dried leaves and hang them on the wall, and gather acorns in bowls. In Winter we keep evergreen branches in vases on the table and paint sticks to display around the house. In Spring, we dry little wild flowers and make them into a garland, etc etc.
It’s good, we’ve found, to be grounded in the seasons, to be more aware of what’s happening outdoors, and to be in the fresh air as much as to-do lists allow. Its good for sleep and room to think. Good to leave the laptop and housework behind. Good for tiring hyper toddlers. Good for the soul.
Thank you Hannah! I wholeheartedly agree, it is good for the Soul. Having tactile reminders of the seasons passing. I adore your home, it's sad you are moving, but I look forward to reading your next adventure and how you make the next house a home.
I write a monthly column for Seeds & Stitches on Nature in the Home, you can read my last post here.