Theloopylululog

What’s my home decoration style?

Interesting…

Do I have one? I don’t know!

Do I need one? I sure don’t!

BTW who can define what Home really means?

And who can define who I really am?

In 3 little words, HOME just IS. I just AM.

Home is wherever I am, whoever I am because I am my HOME.

If I were to define myself, I would hand you this photo.

In a sea of uniform greys and conformity, I am that dazzling pop of colour, glimmering…just glimmering. A bright light that refuses to minimise it’s sparkle, no matter what.

Naturally my brick and mortar home reflects this innate quality of mine. There’s art, craft, twinkling fairy lights and yes, plants. Who would I even be without them!

Every place I visit comes back with me in some form. Everything I do finds a corner to rest easy. I am like a mixtape. You never know what plays next!

I am not one to horde on elaborate beds, sofas and furniture; what would a yogi who spends all her time on the floor do with them anyway?

Upcycle, recycle; I am a queen of all and sundry. Doors, handles, buckets, mugs, unused cups, pillow covers, bedsheets and items that are past their prime; all find a cosy forever home under my roof. Nothing gets thrown out unless they are beyond redemption and need to exit the planet.

Even in the drabbest of nooks filled with shadows, I make sure I leave behind a hint of me. Just a dab wafting through…

From the doorway to the balcony, you will find a flash of funky Lulu everywhere!

So today I am gonna introduce you to the human home behind the words you read everyday. Don’t worry. It’s not yet another 1000+ verbose post.

Today it’s just all about photographs. So enjoy the colour, the warmth and the razzmatazz of my wham, bam, poppadum style!

Without much ado, this a collage of what home( I am?) is and feels like to me. You can decide for yourself if the home decor falls under any particular style. Who cares anyway…as long as it carries my scent, yeah?

Welcome ahoy!