Home Sweet Ho
We had our good friends and fellow curators and artists, Yolly and Paul over on Sunday. I love the way our house feels after we’ve had guests. After spending ages cleaning and tidying and making it warm and shiny, it has a messed up, dishevelled, tarty feel to it. Like when you’ve made a big effort putting on the slap and suspenders, and you’re home after a big night out, looking gorgeous but dishevelled, feeling knackered but satisfied.
I didn’t think we’d got that out of hand. I’m really sorry about the mess. I blame the kids. Especially that big Steve kid.