High summer, holidays taken, waters swum. Homes are ruffled, a little messy even – things are not guest-level best. These last few weeks of summer are for roaming around – out and about, but also at home. The shuffling of crockery and furniture, a repainted front door – the annual combat to coil the hose.

Close your eyes.

Place yourself inside the happy polaroid snaps of your early childhood. A meandering medley of moments and days of simple childish pleasure. This is the world we made when we only did things that felt right. Within these glimpsed sepia images, you will find yourself now.

Breathable paint is a term you will be hearing more, but I ask you to listen carefully.

I am often invited into people’s houses to help make it into their home. Weaving a new story that is unique to them and them only.