Bedroom Tour!

I promised ages ago when I posted my office tour that when my bedroom was finished that I’d post a bedroom tour, showing you what the finished room looked like. And I have to confess that my bedroom has actually been finished for a month now but I’ve had no time to sit down and write about it.. until now! So without further ado.. 

With moving home, I thought I’d separate my sleeping area from my working area to help maintain this sleeping pattern that has magically appeared in my life. I’ve pretty much spent the last three years with studying in my bedroom and after reading online that this doesn't help insomnia - something I’ve ‘suffered’ with since I was sixteen. It's something to do with not associating your bedroom with sleep so I decided to do something about it. I chucked all my studying and working shizzle into my office and made sure my bedroom was just for sleep and Netflix bingeing.

The Bed

And this is where I spend almost fifteen hours a day.. Okay, well, maybe not fifteen hours a day.. more like eight, but my parents say I sleep for fifteen hours each night.. Anyway.. this is my bed. My heaven. My happiest place on Earth, apart from Disneyland. 

As you can probably guess, I am definitely one of these who loves cushions. I have got one in practically every shade of purple possible. But I instantly regret it each night when it takes me ages to throw them onto the floor and then each morning when I have to get up half an hour before I should to put them back on my bed again. Constant bane of my life. But they do look pretty so I guess it’s worth it.. 

When I passed my first year of university, I treated myself to a set of white waffle, Egyptian cotton bedding - how adult of me, and it is easily the bestest gift I’ve given myself. It’s so soft and comfortable that I feel as if I’m in a marshmallow when I first get in. It’s fricking amazing. I can’t actually remember where I got it from and I really wish I did because I accidentally fell asleep drunk on it one night in second year and ended up staining one of the pillows with mascara. Heartbroken.

I don't know why I decided to include a really up close photo of my bedding but enjoy the waffle.

The Clothes

I thought my dissertation was bad, until I moved back home and had to merge my London clothes with the clothes I had at home. I was sorting through clothes that I just didn’t want to get rid of so ended up deciding to get another set of drawers. These are just your box standard MALM drawers from IKEA but to say they are so cheap, they are amazing quality. My family have had antique, solid wood chest of drawers before, which were alright, but these are on another level. They fit in so well with my decor, have plenty of depth in the drawers to store all my clothes and they’re such good quality. I would definitely recommend these!

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Then on top of it, I have my television! I wasn’t going to have a television in my bedroom when I started sorting it out but after living in London for three years with constant sirens and traffic noise, I found it hard to sleep in complete silence so decided that putting my television in my room would help me sleep. Plus, it’s always great to wake up and put morning television on and movie days are always a bonus. 

On the other drawer top, I’ve just put a few knick knacks and candles along with my alcohol stash. It usually doesn't look this organised. Usually there's a pile of watched DVDs here too but I tidied them away like a good girl!

And finally, the best part..

The Make-Up

Like most girls, I’ve dreamt of having a proper dressing table since I can remember. My parents bought me a Barbie dressing table for Christmas 1998 and four year old me absolutely went crazy for it! They even subscribed to Sabrina’s Secrets (a 90s magazine about Sabrina the Teenage Witch) that came with a make up item every week and I collected every single one and stored all my make up on the dressing table - never used it as I’ve never been the neatest at painting my nails, but I still loved having the make up and dressing table area in my bedroom. But I still dreamt of having those classic style Hollywood vanity dressing tables like you see in the movies or ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’ (lol). So when I decided that I needed a revamp of my room, that was the first thing on my agenda.. and thanks to the help of my lovely brother, that childhood dream became a reality! 

Just look at it!

The dressing table itself was originally in my previous bedroom in the house before I got upgraded to my ‘adult’ bedroom with a swanky fireplace in it, but my brother kindly took it down from that room and put it back up in this room. He then also built the Hollywood vanity mirror using IKEA wall lamps. 

Next are the holy grail make up storage units that are from MUJI! Boy, oh, boy, are they an absolute lifesaver when it comes to making my make up more organised than my life. I’ve stacked three of the two drawer wide boxes with a two drawer wide box with a flip top on top and I can’t even explain how much I love them. It seems like every make up fanatic uses these along with the IKEA plant pots to store their make up and brushes in but that’s simply because they are perfect and so ridiculously cheap considering how good they are. 

Then on the other side of the dressing table is all my jewellery and a few more knick knacks. (Can you tell I love my knick knacks?) I also have a cute pink candle that sparkles when the candle is lit. I always light this on a nighttime when I'm removing my make up as it's so relaxing to watch and just makes my room so cosy. 

And finally, on my windowsill is my docking station so I can rock out to some throwback tunes whilst getting ready for the day ahead. However, since these were taken at night, I was too scared to open my curtains in case there was somebody looking back at me (I'm a wuss) so you'll just have to believe me. 

..and then that’s my boudoir pretty much done!

Hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as I enjoyed doing it all up. 

(I am still decorating all the other rooms in my house, giving them a proper makeover, but I won’t be posting them online as lounges, kitchens and dining rooms are pretty boring!)

Moving On.

Tonight is my final night living with my amazing housemates in our first proper home and it's definitely going to be like the final scene in Friends tomorrow, leaving our keys on the kitchen counter before we all head off to our own apartments and flats and houses and God knows where I'll be living - Buckingham Palace, hopefully..

But on a serious note, it is so strange knowing we won't all be living together ever again since we've all been together since the first day of university almost two years ago. It's gonna be weird having to tell my housemate to turn his music down when he's raving to Robyn in his room or having a movie day with all my housemates as we try to watch every Harry Potter movie in one sitting but giving up after Prisoner of Azkaban (amateurs!) or our endless amounts of failed parties since all our friends use the 'tube stops at 1am' excuse (not a valid excuse from September 12th FYI). This means I'll have to make my own breakfast the night after a heavy night whilst I nurse a banging hangover, and I'll have to bully myself over my own mistakes like setting fire to the chicken or burning cookies and making the house stink with toxic smoke (there seems to be a cooking theme going on here and I've concluded that I am not a great chef). And now I won't have anybody to constantly annoy or have anybody to tell me I don't need to go to Oxford Street for the second time in a day or have anybody to judge me on my Disney obsession or force me to down a shot of tequila on my birthday and make me intoxicated before we've even left for the club. And no more birthdays where I wake up to cards and presents in the lounge with balloons and banners everywhere and a Disney princess cake and.. Can you see why I love my housemates so much?

In the past ten months, even though we lived together in Halls last year, we've grown closer and closer - maybe too close in some aspects. They're my London family. They put up with me when I'm having one of my 'off' days, they put up with my bitching, they put up with my fangirling, they prevent me from drunk texting my mother a message saying that Harry Styles could go through me like the Northern Line (an Underground train line that goes straight through London..). No matter how bad my day has sucked, I know that as soon as I get home, they'll be there to watch the soaps with me and make me laugh.

So from my first apartment keys on the day I moved to London September 2013..

To my first house keys on the night I moved out in July 2015.. 

I've changed a hell of a lot, and moved on from the old me to be a more confident, more weird (but more accepting of that weird) and more grown up (sorta..) girl all down to my amazing housemates. They annoy me at times, but I know I annoy them more so I'll let them off for putting up with me for so long. 

Nobody knows what the future is gonna hold for us but I just hope I stay friends with these lot. They've made me into the person I am today, which they'll probably groan about because of how annoying I am, but I couldn't imagine my life without meeting them - and frankly, I wouldn't want to. They're my second, dysfunctional and unconventional family and everyone needs friends like that. 

So it's time for our next adventures to begin in the world that the adults call 'the real world', but it's been an amazing 22 months living with these guys and I'm really going to miss them. Lots. And lots. And lots.