I’m wondering if you can reinvent yourself at 63. Madonna does it all the time, admittedly with mixed results. I suppose you can do it, but the question is whether you should. We have moved from a house located on the edge of a village opposite a field right into the middle of a town, and swapped our 1960s detached house for a Victorian semi. We are now reaping the draughty rewards, but I’m also feeling a sense of liberation. There is an undeniable appeal to the mid-century modern style with its tastefully sleek and restrained look, but sometimes you just need to let loose.
(Although now that I think about it, I don’t remember my actual 1960s childhood home being particularly sleek or restrained. It did feature a fair bit of teak furniture, but it also gloried in fabulously swirly carpets and retina-searing wallpaper, and I don’t think the current mid-century modern fans are embracing that particular aspect of the look.)
Now that I have achieved my life’s ambition to live in an older house, I realise that I did feel a bit constrained decorating a 1960s house, although I did eventually manage to make our living room look like a Moroccan souk. French rococo furniture was always going to look a little out of place there and I knew I’d never get away with one of those tapestry bell pulls, much as I longed for one. Of course, you don’t have to slavishly decorate your home in the style of its era – lots of older houses have had a modern makeover and many newer ones can feel wonderfully vintage. But still, I could feel the restraining hand of the style police on my shoulder.

Now all that has changed. Those Victorians knew a thing or two about tastelessness and I’m embracing it wholeheartedly. I’m dreaming of ornate pieces of furniture, overdecorated rooms, rich colours, riotous patterns, silky golden tassels and knick-knacks everywhere. The joys of excess. Bling in all its glory.
I started in a small way, with a chandelier in the downstairs loo and a big blingy mirror, but now I’m getting braver and planning a wall of mirrors. But, sadly, there will be casualties. I’m looking at my gorgeous sleek, slimline desk, which I loved so much in our last house, but now looks lost in a high-ceilinged room with a big sash window. I know it’s disloyal, but I’m dreaming of an elegant antique desk to take its place. As Madonna no doubt knows, reinvention can be both painful and ruthless.

Ooooh join the club of Victoriana, ours took the road of family portraits! Oh and chandeliers x 4! Looking forward to seeing the new path you are taking. Xx
It sounds like a path you’ve already taken!
Time to hit the auction houses. I’m planning to do so – let me know if you need company!
Hope you can find a good home for the desk – it’s lovely. I know someone who might fancy it if you decide to sell…
I think there’s one coming up in Newbury – I’ll let you know. I’m still debating about the desk…