It’s official! I’ve moved! In with the boyfriend! It’s a bit amazing. We are now living a smug life consisting of conversations about Ikea furniture and nightly home-cooked dinners. This is by far the best thing about out flat… the closet. You can actually get lost in it and have to come out of it.
Obtaining said perfect flat wasn’t without its own trials and tribulations. I have put this flathunting heartache into words for issue five of Feminist Jumble, an issue appropriately entitled Bloody London. Go read it. It’s a scream.
Expect this blog to get quite a bit more crafty over the coming months, as I plan to decorate the shit out of this flat.