#Home Decor Shops Uk

[housite]

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[scarlettdaisycrafts]

🌼Hand painted turquoise & smiling daisy ceramic round trinket/jewellery dish available now at my Etsy shop! 🌼

(Limited time sale on all items)

[wickedwitcheries]

Our brand new range of Mugs are ready for their new homes! 😛

Like this ‘My Blood Type is Coffee’ Mug 😍

Monday mornings sucking the life out of you? 🥱 Wake yourself from the dead with this rounded mug that is sure to get any vampire's blood pumping. 🩸Features text that reads 'My Blood Type is Coffee' with a contrasting red handle. 500ml capacity. 😋

[goldenhands]

Hank Walrus Beanie Ball

Meet Hank, the adorable fluffy walrus plush toy! With his soft brown fur, glittery blue button eyes, and black nose on a cream-colored muzzle, Hank is sure to capture your heart. He sports white tusks and glittery blue feet, adding to his charm. Shop now!

[angelshomedecorshop]

(via Small Red Heart Pattern with pink background Blackout Curtain by AngelsCreative Valley | Society6)

[merakisphere]

Betcha didn't know these 3D Fidget Blooms once were treasures. A once popular toy enjoyed by those born in the 1900's, survived the test of time as a toy for fidgeting, ornamental piece, and fashion accessory.

It's difficult to find 100% handmade versions of these brilliant multifunctional toys in 2023. Luckily, I've spent the last half decade crafting these to keep this traditional handmade piece alive.

Special Features of Fidget Bloom:

Crafted using high quality tarnish resistant brass wire

Transforms fluidly into dozens of whimsical shapes

Can be worn as a bracelet, hair accessory, and enjoyed as an ornament

Most commonly used as a stim for stimming & regulation

Please consider browsing my revamped Etsy shop. I offer these in 100's of colours (including custom requests), and ship worldwide, including the US, UK, Australia, and more!

My Etsy bestseller listing below:

[kbagraces]

Give me Love - LN4 PART2

Lando Norris x fwb!Reader

summary: in his previous relationships he couldn’t protect them from the backlash of simply being with him. but will protecting only end up hurting you?

(not proof read)

Rain or Shine

loosely based off ROS by mac miller

‘Just wanna ask a question umm, have you, have you, have you ever been in love before?’

Lando found himself lost without you. That saying where you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone never read more true to him. He hated how he left you there at the cafe. He knew throughout your relationship together all you wanted was to be fought for. With him leaving like that, he confirmed every doubt you ever had in him.

He knew throughout your relationship together all you wanted was to be fought for. With him leaving like that, he confirmed every doubt you ever had in him. His season continued at its slow pace, McLaren were disappointed with his lack of performance, especially since he was on fire in the beggining of the season he was on fire, when he was with you.

He spent his post season down time keeping tabs on your social media, daily pictures of your cafe kept him in the loop. Dan would often make an appearance in the background of some. A presence he chose to ignore.

Lando had never felt so insecure of himself. He was so sure that keeping you at a distance when you shared those two years together was best for the both of you. But now, being on the sidelines, watching you live your life from afar hurt him. He loved you and he never got the chance to tell you. He never uttered those words to you before.

‘You should probably take your heels off, ‘cause you've been running through my mind’

He remembered when you said it to him the first time, a year into your semi-relationship, you said it so causally, but the way you said it, captured him by the heart, he was yours in soul but he was too cowardly to be all for you.

He still lived in the UK at the time and you’d wandered into his house on a cold December evening after work, kicking off your shoes at his doorstep. He didn’t hear you come in but he remember how he screeched as you walked in on him wrapping up your Christmas presents.

He was so upset that you’d caught a glimpse of his surprise for you. You begged and begged for him to let you open them early, you knew what most of them were. He gave in saying you could open the smallest one, he rambled on as you opened it saying it was supposed to be a stocking filler.

You held in your palm a mintiture McLaren racecar, it was decorated with the chrome comeback livery. A nod to your support as you attended the British Grand Prix.

Your grin was wide, the Cheshire Cat would be jealous, “as we’re not together for Christmas I thought you could at least have a mini me around.”

“Oh my god. I love you. You’re adorable, this is adorable.”

You had said it so causally. He liked that, he liked that you never asked him to say it back, he wanted to so many times, but he never did. And now he was living with that regret.

He reminisced on every moment he had with you, every little thing reminded him of you.

He was back home for Christmas, he was sick of just seeing your cafe on a phone screen. He convinced himself he could just go on a quick run past the cafe, just to check in on you. He knew you’d be there bright and early before opening, if he could just catch a glimpse he’d feel closer to you.

He slows his pace as he nears the shop, glancing over the road he sees you in the cafe, unfortunately occupied by Dan. You were flailing your arms around, pointing at the sparse Christmas tree you’d added for decoration and then back at the man stood before you.

Lando’s brain couldn’t even catch up as his feel had already made the steps towards the front door.

“You’re so careless! How could you?!” You yelled.

“Get over it. Actually no I’m over it, over this. I’m done watching you pine over someone who doesn’t want you. I’m done.”

As Lando goes to open the door it swings towards him Dan storming out as he grunts “shops closed today pal” clearly not recognising him as he stormed past in anger.

Opening the door he finds you crouched on the floor, dustpan in hand. The ornament he gave you when you declared your love now in pieces on the floor before you. You mustn’t have heard him enter as you lower yourself to the floor sitting crossed legged, the mess in-front of you wondering if the pieces could stick back together.

You heard a creek of a floorboard behind you. Turning your head to see the last person you expected.

“I’m so sorry that I broke it.” You say still sat on the floor, glossy eyed.

“It’s not you that broke it, I wouldn’t worry too much. Maybe we can fix it? Glue it back together or something?” You both felt as if you weren’t talking about the decoration anymore.

You stand up, brushing your hands on your sweatpants, “I don’t think it can be. It’ll have cracks and they’ll show and it’ll only break again.”

“Then I will buy you a new one. We can start fresh and you can chose any livery you wanted.”

He wanted to start fresh to prove to you he could give you you deserved. You deserved a whole lot more than him, he hated that he treated you like a dirty secret. You were beautiful, kind, passionate and forgiving. And he took it all for granted.

“Why are you here Lando?” You sigh, finally getting to the point. No more decoration analogies, you wanted to know why he came back.

‘Love is power, swear there's something about her that make me nervous’

He was in his head trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. He was never the best with words and even worse with his actions. He always relied on you knowing how he felt about you with having to break down his walls and show his ‘weaker’ side.

“I’m here for you.”

His eyes looking adoringly into yours, you’d swoon if you weren’t so hurt. You wished he would’ve been there for you when you needed him. You wished you were good enough for him from the start.

“I’m here, because I wanted to tell you that I’ve always loved you y/n.”

His words hurt, like your heart was being stung by rose thorns, pretty but painful.

‘Your love is not too kind to me’

I dont think I deserved to be treated the way I was. And I don’t think you did love me until you lost me. I don’t want you to love me like that, your love hurts.” You’re picking at the skin beside your fingernails eyes welling with tears once more.

“I promise to love you differently, in the way that you deserve.” He breaks his rigid stance, stepping towards you, taking your hand in his.

I just want to be with you. Only you. I know there’s distance but we’ll make it through. I promise to you I will be better for you.

You shake your hands from his, pulling him into a hug, digging your face into his shoulder, his scent surrounding you, comforting you. You pull your head back slightly to look into his eyes, testing his sincerity.

Your lips touch as if it was the first time. It’s the first time he kisses you with love, not lust. The first time kissing you as if he needs it not wants it.

Although your past was broken scattered across the floor, there are new memory’s to be hung on next years Christmas tree.

‘And I will be yours through rain or through shine’

—

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@norrizzandpia @letterlitter

[angryschnauzer]

I realised two months have gone by since i last updated you all, i'm not even sure if anyone is interested anymore. I know i haven't been on much, perhaps sporadically coming on and mindlessly reblogging Henry stuff just for a little escape, but its intermittent at best. I had hoped to be back to writing by now, but life is still a huge pile of shit.

I'm run ragged trying to pay the bills. My wedding decorations business is halfway between slow and dead; the cost of living crisis means weddings aren't really happening, and if they are most of the items i do people are making themselves. My side gig in ebay flipping is quiet too but at least its trickling by. I don't mention this much as people get a lot of abuse over 'thrift store flippers' (Charity Shop resellers here in the UK), but right now its what's keeping my family fed. I buy clothing for £1 from the stinky dregs bin in a charity shop, wash it, mend it, resell it for £4. I'm not making millions or even thousands. I'm lucky if i'm bringing in £150 a week which barely covers our weekly food shop. Its draining that when i do eventually mention this to my friends they immediately start moaning at me that i'm the one 'ruining' charity shops and why its pushing the prices up. But when i calmly tell them its that or i don't eat they go quiet. I'm not the one pushing a 2nd hand coat for £25 which was only £20 brand new which most high street charity shops are doing. Do i like doing this? No. Do i have to? Yes. Because i sure as ain't cute enough for onlyfans.

But the majority of my time over the last couple of months has been spent caring for our son. He's 8 and has type 1 diabetes, and since school started back in September one little shit in his class has spent every waking moment bullying him. This little shit has been stabbing my son with pencils, poking him in the kidneys with whatever he has to hand, laughing and sneering at him at every opportunity even when he's just walking past. Having the adrenaline and cortisol in my son's bloodstream affects how his insulin works, and he builds up an insulin resistance because of all the other hormones in his bloodstream. I've had so many meetings with the school, and have had to get the board of governors involved because when your 8 year old kid says quietly to you "It would be better if i wasn't alive as then *Little Shit* wouldn't be able to bully me" your heart breaks into pieces.

He needs my support more than anything, so every single other thing has been put by the wayside. And its tough. He acts out at home, messes around with his dinner because he feels he needs to be able to control something, but that in turn messes up insulin dosing so i'm spending half the night dealing with highs and lows for his blood sugars. I get at most 5 hours sleep a night.

I have no more energy left. I'm not eating, because i just can't stomach it. I'm 43 and hitting menopause, but my doctor doesn't want to know because "You just need to loose some weight" (don't get be started on fat bias from the NHS).

So i'm filling my time with volunteering at school so i can be 'around' for my Little Dude. He knows that if he's having an awful day, he will find me in the office sorting through paperwork for our next fundraiser. Its not what i want to be doing, but its what i need to be doing.

One day i hope to get back to my writing. I miss being creative and i hate that i have so many stories part written/published. As the months tick by i actually end up seeing stories written by others that have the same characters/plotlines. This is no-ones fault that two stories exist on the same synopsis, it would just seem that they and I have taken the same inspiration from media at some point. But it makes me scared that if i now publish a story i started 2 years ago, i'll be accused of stealing an idea. I don't know what to do. So i just leave my WIP folder abandoned.

For everyone that has stayed with me thank you. For those that have moved onto pastures new, i wish you well and hold no malice.

I do love you all

Mama Schnauz

x

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[strangercarla]

Stormy Nights - Paul x GN! Reader

Description: Just a fluffy Paul imagine, no warnings! Also it's been raining today in the UK so that inspired this. <3

It was a stormy night in Santa Carla which was unusual as it was summer. Minutes before the storm the boardwalk was filled with people, but as the clouds shifted & filled the clear, night sky people ran into the nearest shops they could find to shelter from the weather.

However, Paul & Y/N did not care to shelter but decided to run across the boardwalk, arms linked together & underneath one umbrella. The pair laughed, arms still linked as they ran down the concrete steps towards the beach.

The downpour became heavier, soaking the pair even more than they were before. Paul looked down at his partner with a smile & suggested that he should walk them home.

The couple arrived at Y/N's house & stood in the front porch shelter. Paul held his partners cheek & gave them a soft kiss on the lips.

Y/N pulled away & smiled, they looked behind Paul at the rain, then looked back at Paul.

"I think you could use this." Y/N handed Paul the umbrella, decorated with small hearts.

Paul grinned, "just my style."

"Will you be okay going back by yourself?" They questioned, & Paul raised his eyebrow. Y/N realised what they had said & laughed slightly.

"Duh, that was a silly thing to say wasn't it?" They said, shaking their head & Paul shook his.

"No of course not, but I'll be okay."

Paul kissed his partner on the cheek & made his way back to the cave with his white, & red heart umbrella that he knew the boys would tease him for.

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

1978, London, Uk, Stafford Terrace - Freddie brews tea by himself – after a Japanese recipe. Here, he serves it to BRAVO-reporter K. E. Siegfried

🔸BRAVO at Queen star Freddie Mercury

Visiting the Queen singer is like a trip to an exotic world

At first glance, the white coloured house in London’s district Kensington looks very modest. No luxury limousine outside, no name plate, no bell. However, it will not be his home for much longer.

In the moment, he is looking for a house outside of London.

“Come in”, he smiles. Like on cotton wool, I walk on the thick brown carpet through the corridor. In the living room, I instantly notice the numerous Japanese pen and ink drawings on rice paper which are hanging on the walls. Desks, chairs, vases, even the black grand piano are from Japan; they are decorated with motives from the land of the rising sun.

“I love this country, the people, the culture, Siegfried

Japanese religion”, he explains.

“We absolutely have to go there on tour again.

At least I know now, where to shop there.”

– K. E. Siegfried

📸 Photo Credit: D. Zill

➡️ Translation mercury - and - queen.com

[wickedwitcheries]

💀Grim Reaper Backflow Incense Burner with Light 💀

Link below - Worldwide Shipping 🌎

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You will 'die' over this captivating backflow burner featuring a foreboding grim reaper and his scythe.

A clear crystal lights up while smoke gently cascades through a glimmering crystal cave.

Sizes - Approx - H26cm X W13cm X D11cm

Powered by an on/off switch and 2 AA batteries. BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED.

[rowanclair]

Spoonflower shop update! These designs are newly available to buy, as are a bunch of others, plus some new colour & scale variations... Take a look? spoonflower.com/profiles/rowanclair

[lovelyleclercs]

Bringing the Holidays Home to You- LN4

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

->Canada gets hit with a huge snow storm, meaning that nobody could fly in or out, meaning you can't go home for the holidays like you always did. Lando finds a way to bring home to you for the holidays.

word count: 1422

warnings: Not proof read, probably super cheesy

A/N: I absolutely hate the way this turned out lol but here is a land fix, as promised.

As you looked out the window of your 5th floor office, you couldn’t help but think about how badly you wished you were back home in Canada, sitting on the couch with your nieces and nephews as you all sipped on some hot cocoa after building a snowman. It was a Christmas tradition- one that you had always done since your oldest niece, Taylor, was old enough to understand the concept of building a snowman.

Canada had gotten slammed with an intense snow storm, your hometown covered in around six feet of snow. It wasn’t unusual for Canada- snow storms were pretty common- but this was the first time that a snow storm would ruin your christmas.

Lando had agreed to finally go to Canada for Christmas this year, as the two of you had spent the previous two years in the UK with his family. As much as you loved spending the Holidays with the Norris family, you had missed your family back at home and couldn’t wait to go back.You had been anticipating this trip for nearly three months, booking the flight back in September once they had become available.

The trip had very quickly become even more important to you after finding out that you and Lando were expecting your first child back in early November- you planned on telling your entire family during this trip back home.

Lando had noticed how upset the cancellation of the flight made you. When you received the email late last night, you had completely shut down, not wanting to do anything at all for the rest of the night. He suggested watching a movie, setting up Christmas decor in your shared apartment, and even going down the road to your cookie shop for a late night cookie- but you were having no part of it.

The moment you had left for work that morning, Lando had decided he needed to do something, anything, to cheer you up. While there was no way he could get you home for the holidays, he was hoping that he just might be able to bring the holidays home to you.

Lando spent the entire day decorating the apartment from the kitchen, to the bathrooms, to even going as far as to decorate your home office, which you hardly ever used.

The kitchen was decorated with little gingerbread garland that he had found at the bottom of a tote, the garland being strung on the backsplash all around the kitchen. He had swapped the normal dishes out with the Christmas dishes, something he remembered you did every year. After that, he swapped the dish towels out with Christmas ones, as well as swapping all of the candles and soaps out with Christmas scented options.

After the kitchen was decorated to his liking, he moved to the bedroom. He had found a small tree hidden in the attic and set it up in the one empty corner of the bedroom. He changed the bed sheets out to the Christmas ones that had cute little snowmen on them. He strung up white christmas lights all around your room, knowing how much you loved cozy lighting- especially during the holidays.

Lando didn’t have much to decorate your office with, but he was able to find some random strands of tinsel, which he hung off of your desk as well as hanging some colored Christmas lights from the curtains.The bathroom took little time as all Lando had to do was change out the shower curtain and the soap scents, but he was proud of himself for being able to change the shower curtain without any help.

The final room was the living room. Lando spent nearly five hours decorating every corner of the living room. He started by putting the tree up first, which took up about an hour alone. He never expected putting together a tree would be so difficult alone. Once the tree was put together, he spent about 45 minutes decorating it, making sure that all of the tinsel and ornaments matched in color.

After the tree was finished, he turned towards the mantel, putting up a few christmas themed picture frames with photos of the two of you over the past couple of christmases as well as a new christmas frame with a photo from the first ultrasound the two of you had last week.

After putting up photos, Lando grabbed the two large stockings as well as the one small stocking off of the counter and hung all three of them up, putting the small stocking in the middle, his on the right, and yours on the left.

After hanging up a few strands of lights, putting out some sugar cookie scented candles, and turning on the fireplace, Lando sat down on the couch and waited for you to arrive home.

At just about 5pm, you opened the door to the apartment and dropped your purse on the counter as you slipped your shoes off. “What do you want for dinner, Lan?” you yelled from the kitchen, not even noticing the Christmas decorations.

Lando walked into the kitchen, a smile on his face as he approached you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hello my love, how was work?”

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “It sucked. I hate my job, you know that”

“You could always quit, you know that. When the baby arrives, someone is going to have to take care of it”

“I can’t just expect you to pay for everything, Lan.”

Lando kissed you gently, his hands resting on your sides. “I want to take care of you and the baby. Imagine if you quit your job and brought the baby along to every race weekend… We wouldn’t have to spend so much time apart…”

“I’ll think about it, honey. Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is dinner. What do you want me to make?” you asked, looking into Lando’s eyes.

Lando laughed and looked at you. “You haven’t noticed, have you?”

“Noticed what?”

Lando pointed at all of the decorations in the kitchen. “I decorated while you were at work!”

You looked around the kitchen, noticing all of the Christmas decor that was placed out from garland, to dish towels, to hand soap. You couldn’t help but smile wide, feeling incredibly grateful for everything Lando had done. “Lan…”

Lando kissed your forehead and smiled “I know how much you wanted to go back home this christmas, but obviously mother nature had other plans, so I wanted to make sure that you felt as much at home for the holidays as possible.”

You teared up and pulled Lando into a tight hug, burying your face into his shoulder. “This is so sweet, Lan… thank you…”

Lando rubbed your back gently, a smile also forming on his face. “Come on my love, I want you to see the rest of the apartment!”

You wiped away your tears and took his hand, following him to the living room. As you looked around, you saw how well he decorated the tree, feeling relieved that he was able to decorate it the way you liked it. When you looked over at the mantle, you smiled and teared up once more. “You got the baby a stocking and a frame? That’s so sweet…”

“Well it is technically their first christmas, they need to be included too!”

You smiled and wiped your tears away before walking past the bathroom with him, noticing how he changed the shower curtain by himself- something he’s never been able to do before. “Great job on the curtain honey”

“Thanks! But wait until you see the cute christmas bedding I bought for our bed!!” he said as he pulled you into the bedroom.

You looked around the entire room, noticing the small christmas tree tucked in the corner, the warm string lights, and the cute little snowmen bedding. “Lan, this is all so cute and cozy, I love it!”

“Good, I’m glad you love it because tonight we are going to cuddle in bed and watch a christmas movie together while we drink hot cocoa and eat some pizza”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around Lando’s neck. “Thank you so much for this, Lando. All of this means so much.. More than I think you even realize.”

Lando kissed your cheek gently and smiled “no need to thank me. Now get into bed, i’ll go make us hot chocolate”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I’m fascinated by the floral decor in Wedding Florist, Becky’s, (and husband Rob’s), house in the village of Mayfield, UK. Isn’t the living room elegant? Of her Edwardian home she says, “I have secretly managed to decorate every room in the house with flowers.”  

The bootroom (mudroom) is Becky’s favorite in the house. She did all the carpentry in there herself, putting up tongue and groove paneling and shelving to accommodate her collection of earthenware jars and floristry tools.

Becky and Rob found the 1950s enamelled-metal sink and cupboard unit on eBay. They had it sandblasted to take it back to the steel and then polished it themselves.

Essentials are stored in a dresser with glass doors, found on eBay, and reclaimed wood was used to make the shelves.

Over the dining table is a wrought iron light that the couple had fabricated. Becky decorates it according to the holidays and seasons. 

Becky papered the original hall of the house with the pages of a book of botanical prints that she found in a charity shop for £2.50  

On the upstairs landing is a glass-fronted bookcase from Becky’s grandparents’ house.

The botanical theme continues into the main bedroom, where Becky papered the chimney in a pattern called “Bamboo Garden.”

Of course, plants thrive in the bathroom. 

This child’s bedroom is rich in Becky’s floral theme – in fact there’s hardly a surface she hasn’t “flowered up.”

The other child’s room is done in bright bold colors.

The garden is a space that can be enjoyed by the whole family. Becky has cleverly ‘zoned’ it into different areas, with two levels of lawn, flower beds, a play area and vegetable garden.

http://priceless-magazines.com/interiors/wild-at-heart-3/