Poor old Steve

You've got to feel sorry for someone who is meticulously tidy (definite OCD tendencies there) but who has decided to share his life with an artist who creates daily mess with scraps of fabric and tiny fragments of driftwood, not to mention the odd stray pin or needle in the carpet. Add to the equation our two young boys with their copious amounts of lego, crayons, action figures etc and Steve's fighting a losing battle.

He also hates stripes (?!)...which is a real shame because I adore them!
My latest purchase is this fab set of John Lewis mugs.


My fixation is also gradually creeping into the boys bedrooms.



Plus I've always dressed them both in stripes of one kind or another (much to their father's disgust).
I came across an adorable little towelling romper/jumpsuit by Mitty James the other day, and that's when he really put his foot down, in fact to quote his exact words, 'it's tantamount to child abuse'. I remember having a similar one when I was little and they're sooo comfortable. But somehow I don't think I'm going to change his mind on this one...