When I can’t sleep I decorate. Not literally but in my mind’s eye. I start with rooms I own and imagine methodically clearing them out to make way for a new design. Then, should rest still be elusive, I move onto rooms I don’t own. I might pick a style – this week it seems to have been characterless modern – and run through the rolodex of my brain mentally adding and discarding colour schemes and furniture styles to put a room together. Then I imagine being in the space, hosting friends and hanging out – it’s usually a living space. By that stage I am usually able to drift off, sometimes waking to wish that I really did own the room I designed in the dimly lit hours of the night… read on…
