How lush are these Sharon Montrose bird prints? This macaw would look AMAZEBALLS on a bright turquoise wall. Sigh.
The Hubster and I live in a rented flat. Bright turquoise walls are, clearly, not an option. There are many, many reasons to buy a property (or so I'm told). Is it wrong that the main reason I dream of buying a house is so that I could go buck wild with a paintbrush and stick quirky bird prints up all over the place?
(It partly stems from a romantic image I have in my head of me and the Hubster, loved-up newlyweds, larking about flicking paint at each other, maybe I'm wearing one of his old shirts, as sunlight streams through huge south-facing windows onto the bare floorboards of our rustic-but-gorgeous love nest/future family home… I suspect I've been watching too many John Lewis adverts. But I digress).
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| I can see this in a bathroom. Preferably with a salmon-pink suite. |
It seems like everyone I know is jumping on the property bandwagon. Well - that's not quite true. Everyone I know with a stable job, good salary, huuuge deposit and/or wealthy parents is jumping on the property bandwagon.
The deposit thing is what really gets me. When prices were high, the banks were flinging out mortgages like there was no tomorrow. 100%! 110%! 125%! Take whatever you want! But house prices were completely unattainable. Now prices are slumping and it's a "buyer's market", but only if you happen to have tens of thousands of pounds sitting in the bank for a deposit. Which I don't. Hmm.
In fairness, I have a fairly well-paid, professional job. And a husband, so we're talking a two-income family (for the time being, anyway). And realistically, if we could grow up and start actually saving some cash or scrounge it from somewhere, we would be able to buy a flat, or a house, one day. Maybe not the Dream Home, not right away. But it's feasible that I will be able to wield a turquoise paintbrush at some point in my life.
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| The dining room, or maybe the library. (If I lived in a Highland castle, obviously.) |
But take my little brother. He is a carer for people with special needs. If people were rewarded according to their contribution towards making the world a better place, he would be a zillionaire (so would Hubster, for that matter), and I would be getting paid in scones. Unfortunately, that's not how things roll these days. Without serious financial help - generous deposit, parental guarantors, part-ownership, all that jazz - it will be a long, long time before my little brother will be able to own his own home. Which is shit.
Or is it?
Is it shit that if the boiler breaks, or the washing machine needs replaced, it's someone else who has to pay for it? Is it shit that after the council buys up the nearby new-build flats for social housing and the property values in our area plummet, it's not us who will struggle to sell our flat? Is it shit that if one of us were to lose our job - not exactly unthinkable - we could just give notice, move somewhere cheaper and not have to fear angry letters and recriminations and having our home repossessed by a bank?
There is SO. MUCH. PRESSURE on people of my age and background to buy a flat, get on the property ladder, and of course there may be good, solid, sensible financial reasons for doing so. But maybe there are also reasons for biding your time, figuring out where you want to be and what you want from life, enjoying a little time unencumbered by debt, before deciding to bind yourself to bricks and mortar and a lifetime of enslavement to the Big Bad Bank.
When I dream, though, I dream of splashing vivid blue paint across a blank white wall. Damn you design blogs.
On a random note, would these love geese not make a perfect wedding present? Or a lovely treat for your Valentine? I'm sure I have space for another print on my rented, magnolia wall. But if my landlord asks, the hole was already there, ok?
Images are copyright and reproduced with permission of Sharon Montrose. She has a special baby animals category by the way. It's so ridiculously cute that it almost makes me feel sick. (Not a sponsored post, obvs.)
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