My name is Libi. When I grow up I want to be Miss Marple she’s ace. or perhaps Mary Berry she’s pretty fab too. I like wild swimming, drinking tea, dancing, sleeping, cycling my hulk of a bike and cuddling up on my sofa with my cat Rasputin and husboybandfriend Chris.
This is a tale of trying to make our new house a lovely place to live without falling into the trap of adding to the story of stuff. I’m addicted to buying things but aware that things don’t make us happy. In fact they often make the world a much worse place for everyone else.
This blog is about the second hand, the upcycled, the learning to live without and the enjoyment of things that don’t include “stuff”.