Yesterday we gave back the keys to our city centre flat in Manchester. A place we were lucky enough to call home for two years.
It was our first home together and somewhere I feel truly honoured to have been able to live.
And whilst it was by no means perfect, as is the case with many a rented property, it was a place we loved to live in. We loved, learnt and grew together in this flat, kicking off our relationship together in a big and rather fast way.
George and I decided to move in with one another after just 3 months of being together … WOAH there! Fast I know, but it just felt oh so totally right. It all fell into place in a “it’s meant to be” kind of way and the flat found us, rather than us hunting out somewhere to live.
George and I are both quite impulsive; We viewed the flat and snapped it up in the same evening, having been the only people to ever lay eyes on the new, refurbished mill.
And whilst many people doubted us, and whether it was in fact too fast, we eye rolled our way into our first home together, knowing that this was right for us.
Since then we’ve grown up together, we’ve fallen more and more in love and we’ve collected a heck load of crap. Our one bedroom city centre flat quickly became too small for the two of us, who were paving our way in the world, trying to develop, run and in some respects start our own businesses.
Our flat was our home, our sanctuary and our little haven away from the hustle and bustle of city life, but it was also our office, my studio and often a junkyard for samples for me and alcohol for George, who, without our little flat would never have moved to Manchester and would never have opened Jimmy’s, see what I mean about things being meant to be?
We have a lot to thank you for Finlays Warehouse. And whilst you provided us with absolutely NO daylight, got dusty quicker than anywhere I’ve ever lived (thats city life for y’all) and we outgrew you quickly, you were the place where George and I fell in love and you’ll always have a place in my heart.
I hope I’ve not made you all VOM with the soppy feels but honestly this is such an emotional time, our little flat means so much to me and although I’m thrilled to have my own property and to have more space than ever before, it’s extremely bitter sweet to leave Finlays Warehouse.
So now the love-in is over, I thought it made sense to chat a little bit about how we decked out our home over the past two years.
You'll know it well if you follow me over on YouTube, but for those who are new around here (hi!) reclaimed wood furniture filled our space whilst we injected colour through our eclectic artwork collection, which consisted of both music and fashion with lashings of colour. Textures and prints were provided through our choice of soft furnishings, I'm an absolute sucker for a cushion, whilst windowsill's and side-tables were scattered with nic-nacs and candles aplenty.
Framed photographs, polaroids and photobooth snaps littered each and every surface; whilst Edison bulbs, fairy lights and neon signs provided the cosy lighting to an already insanely cosy home.
The calming influence of plants was exactly what we needed with our hectic lifestyles, despite the dark space not being the best environment for them. However, they’re alive (and now thriving in the insanely bright natural light of our new home) and they provided me with more joy than they’ll ever bloody know.
It was the perfect city centre pad, lived in by two fashion and music loving twenty somethings. And whilst, in some respects we've grown up and our interior style has changed, I'll always look back at our home, with all it's colour, it's texture, it's vibrancy and it's love, with such fondness, I wouldn't change a single thing about how we made that flat our home.
So with that and with our first chapter having come to an end, I wanted to take some final snaps.
Granted they were taken a few weeks ago, before packing hell commenced, and admittedly they're a little dark and rough around the edges, but that’s exactly what our flat was, dark af, with V little natural light, even in the middle of the day, and it was for sure a little rough around the edges, but we loved it whole heartedly.
I wanted to share some images of exactly how we left the place, our final few weeks in there, for us to be able to look back on and perhaps even to offer a little home inspiration also? These snaps, I feel truly reflect exactly what our flat was to us, it was a complete amalgamation of our two personalities, coming together to create a haven for one another. It was cosy, it was cluttered, it was colourful and clashing, but it was ours.
Farewell Finlays Warehouse, you’ve been bloody fabulous and you will be ever-so truly missed. Thanks for allowing George and us to grow together and for providing the perfect location to start our lives together.
P.S I’ve also shared a little flat tour on my channel too, which you can see here if you so wish.