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That benchtop is so pretty I just want to lick it! Or lie on it! Or something equally weird.

I LOVE the 7th photo. But I don't understand how people keep their shoes looking so pretty. The second my shoes come near my broad flat feet they stretch, and I constantly stumble over my feet scuffing my shoes (wow, don't I sound like a catch!). I've got all the big names and coloured soles that would look perfect in a gorgeous cabinet, but it would look more like something from the ugly step sister than Cindarella. Do these people just not wear their gorgeous shoes?

Must. Have. It.

I'd want to spray everything gold just for the bling of it. "What's for dinner honey?" "Gold plated baked beans on toast dear. Don't say I never do anything for you!"

LOVE. I do think I was a mermaid in a past life, so that might have something to do with it. Added straight to my wish list of places to get to in my lifetime.

I completely get the need to have a bigger, more spacious place, however I would recommend staying where you are or at least hunting for somewhere bigger that isn't double the price. I moved straight out of my parent's place in Australia to London, and spent the next 7 years living in share accommodation. The last place I lived in for 3 years was amazing deal for its location, and in return we made do with the tiny size of it and the ugly kitchen cabinets. But I constantly craved my own space and the room to move some of my many belongings out from their various hiding places in my bedroom (if there was a spare space, trust me, I had stuff hidden beneath it, above it, beside it and inside it!), to the point where I recently moved back to Australia and found myself my very own spacious one bedroom flat for double the rent I was spending in London. The funny thing is, I've been here a month and all my belongings are still in boxes. I've realised I don't need all the stuff I've been holding onto all these years, and I'm not as desperate to be a grown up as I thought. It's made me realise that the grass is always greener, and given me hope that I'll live in New York or London again one of these days and I'll be just fine in a tiny studio (at the ripe old age of 31).

Sorry, that story went on forever, but I hope it's given you the perspective of someone who's been there, traded up and can see the benefits of her old tiny space. Good luck with the decision!

Cire Trudon candles all the way!