I used to be infuriated by house beautiful magazines with their instructions on how to get “this season’s look” or directives to “sprinkle your home with soft and dainty designs in sweet candy hues” or apply wallpaper that "looks uncannily like real distressed timber planks". To me, magazine houses used to look more like empty stage sets than homes: where were the butter-smeared plates on the bench, the discarded socks in the bedroom, the specks of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror?
I particularly hated those narcissistic, self-satisfied home-owners who get "renowned architects” to “revitalise” their simple little multi-million dollar baches. Then everything changed ...
I had just finished an article about an interior decorator who had clever sawn a few books in half iso they would fit into an inconveniently shallow bookcase, when the phone rang. It was the editor of “The Recidivist Home” magazine asking to feature my home in their next issue.
Of course I was reluctant ... but when she promised to put the dog and I up in a motel during the photo-shoot I said yes. Well! The article (reproduced below) is fabulous darlings! I’m a complete convert to house beautiful magazines!
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