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Kids Decorating

October 15th 2006 03:03
Elliot, 2, and I are having serious disagreements about what constitutes good taste, and it's really got me thinking. It's time for a bit of a decorating overhaul in his bedroom - out goes the cot and in comes the big-boy bed, along with all the big-boy parephernalia that goes with it.

So we're in the shops looking at bedlinen, and I'm urging him towards the muted blue and white striped set with a subtle nautical motif. I'm thinking that we could ever scour the markets together for a beautiful old sailing boat that we could somehow attach to the wall.

Meanwhile, he has discovered Thomasland. Not that it's hard to find - the clever shop designers have plonked a great big train bed made up in the most hideous train bedlinen right at the top of the escalators. The bastards.

'But look - it's a sweet boat!' I say, showing him my sheets. 'You love boats!'
'No! I love Thomas.' he replies, grabbing at his. 'And Jack, and James, and Gordon...' he says, pointing out each train on the pillowslip. 'See? They're all here.' Great.

I can see that I'm fighting a losing batle. And while we don't walk out of the shop with the giant train bed (too expensive) Elliot does go out proudly clutching his new bedlinen, and telling everyone between bedding and the carpark about his exciting new purchase.

So in my mind, my son has committed his first crime against good taste. But maybe I'm wrong - who's to say that a bedroom decked out like a railway station is a mistake, and that low-key neutrals are the way to go for a train-mad 2-year old? He's opting for the things he loves, and thinks are beautiful, and so am I. Which one of us is right?

To me, decorating kids' rooms is all about compromise. It is their space, after all, so they should be able to express themselves. Let them have a bit of what they love, and a bit of what you love too. The train sheets (on sale) weren't prohibitively expensive, but the bed will be more of an investment and so here I won't be giving him a choice.

When it comes to the main bits of furniture, I want pieces that are going to last a few years - at least beyond this year's craze. I have no plans to go from buying train beds to buying skateboard ones, and then skull-and-crossbones ones - stages that we'll no doubt get to eventually.

Top Tips for Decorating Toddlers' Rooms

1. When it comes to large furniture, look for pieces that will stand the test of time - wooden pieces that can be repained, ample storage for an older child, a toybox that can later be used for books/ DVDs.

2. Keep the backdrop fairly neutral so that you can add bright, changeable touches of colour in bedlinen, cushions, posters, framed prints etc.

3. Make areas to display their collections of cars, trains, princesses - you may be surprised at how good they look en masse.

4. Let them get involved in their process - you want them to love their room.

5. Remember safety - no dangling cords, sharp corners or protruding edges.
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Hideous Holiday Shirt

October 14th 2006 02:46
My partner Lewis is on holidays, something I look forward to and dread in equal measure. Yes, I love the idea of having early dinners together as a family, and spending the mornings dunking waves at the beach. But then there's the sand that follows you back home, the thousands of extra loads of washing, and the dishes that seem to pile up never-endingly in the sink.

And then of course, there's the holiday shirt. It comes out without fail on the first day of every holiday. This particular piece of attire - a garish green and white patterned number, which on closer inspection reveals a fascinating sub-design of a mermaid riding the crest of the wave astride a dolphin - was probably the height of fashion when he bought it in 1993. Now, more than a decade and several kilos later, it doesn't quite have its original appeal.

Today was the first official day of Lou's holiday, and I was waiting, just waiting, for the words to come out of his mouth. And finally, they did. 'Have you seen my green shirt?' At first I pretended not to know, hoping that the thought of a fun-filled search through the laundry pile might be enough put him off. But no, my boy has perseverance.

'O look, I've found it!' he proclaimed, pulling it from a mouldy heap somewhere under a damp towel that had been rotting near the bottom of the pile since last summer. Hooray!

Myabe we should wash it first, I suggested. Nah, he said, stuffing it under my nostrils. 'It smells alright, doesn't it?'

And then we start the same old routine that we go through every year. 'This is a great shirt. Remember when I bought it? That great holiday before we had Elliot / before they opened that Krispy Kreme donut outlet on the corner? Hey, I think it's shrunk.'
'It hasn't been washed,' I replied.
'Well maybe the damp, mouldy environment of the laundry basket has done something to its molecular structure, and it's, er,...shrunk'.

I raise my eyebrows at him as he drags each button towards its hole. A gaping triangle of hairy tummy peeps out at the bottom where the ends don't quite meet.
'Looks great,' I tell him.
'See? I told you,' he says. 'No idea about fashion, you. This shirt's a classic.'
Classic indeed.

Seven Summertime Looks that should Never see another ray of sun

1. Loud print shirts - particularly 2 sizes too small
2. Cowboy hats - They're just plain dumb when there's no livestock around
3. Cut-off denim shorts on anyone over 25. And some under (Britney).
4. Hairy ankle sandals - best left to the hippies
5. Speedos in tan-enhancing fabric. Or any fabric.
6. Those sunnies with the rainbow-coloured lenses. Why?
7. Bikinis. Those of us who shouldn't wear one know it.
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The Fraud

October 13th 2006 02:31
I always felt like something of a fraud when I was a full-time lifestyle journalist. The title itself - 'lifestyle journalist' - suggested I had some sort of heads up on living the perfect life. The truth is, well, it couldn't really be further from the truth.

I remember going to homes, beautiful homes, filled with beautiful ornaments, unstained carpets, two slim, perfect parents and their happy, pre-packaged brood of kids.

More than once Mrs Perfect would sigh as she passed a freshly-brewed cup of tea my way in a real cup and saucer; 'Oh you have the perfect job. I'd do anything to be in your shoes.' Looking down at my scuffed loafers that had seen the better part of three seasons' wear and would probably see three seasons more, I muttered some sort of adequately lame reply; 'Yes, it's great.'

I was ashamed, of course. Ashamed to admit that I lived in a dingy basement flat where all - and I mean all - the carpets still stank of the previous tenant's cat pee, and stacks of unopened credit card statements lay unopened by the front door because I was too frightened to see what I actually owed.

Why is it that we all look at other people's lives with such ignorant longing? Mrs Perfect probably scattered anti-depressants over her morning cereal, and Mr Perfect might not be so perfect in, say, the departments that really mattered. And yet I looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both seethed just a little bit over our Earl Grey's.

It came to the point in the interview when I just had to ask her the burning question: How did she manage to keep her pure wool carpets so beautifully clean with four rowdy kids trampling through? And she shared a very useful tip with me that I later applied to every single cat's pee spot in my basement flat. And you know what? It actually worked.

REMOVING STINKY STAINS FROM CARPETS

- Rub half a potato over the smelly stain, blot dry with a paper towel, and vacuum.
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