I have a bad case of conservatory lust.
It’s all down to my lovely friend Claire and her epic conservatory nights, during which much wine has been consumed and the world has been put to rights a dozen times over. All the while being bathed in the warm, cosy glow of candlelight, with incense wafting about our heads.
We were lucky enough to inherit a conservatory when we bought OneandSeventy. It’s somewhat more *cough* bijou than Claire’s but nevertheless, it’s a great little space to enjoy some cosy conservatory time.
Especially now that summer has arrived in all its wet ‘n’ stormy glory!
Ahhhh…There’s nothing quite like sitting in a glass box, listening to the rain.
But as is the way with glass boxes, it’s like an oven in the summer and an ice-box in winter, making it a difficult space to make use of all year round. And of course, privacy is non-existent.
So Beloved had the genius idea of creating a shady little haven with some IKEA voile panels we had lying around.
The inspiration came from our holiday in Gran Canaria last September.
Where the rooftop cabanas at the Gloria Palace in St Augustin provided a little luxury and a much welcome retreat from the noise and overcrowding of the pool and evening entertainment below.
A few metres of curtain wire and some fairy lights later, and a boring square glass box has been transformed into a cosy, usable and, dare I say it, pretty space in which to enjoy a glass or two.
Or to eat breakfast.
Or simply contemplate one’s naval.
Although we’ve gone for an Arabian Nights-slash-Moroccan feel, it’s not entirely faithful to any one theme. The holiday influence provides the perfect opportunity to display some mementos from other lands, including masks from Hawaii and Gran Canaria, a drum from Tunisia and Cuban maracas.
Some greenery, including a Japanese Bonsai I’ve had my eye on for ages serve to bring the garden inside. All fake, though because seriously, ain’t nothing surviving in this space between May and September, so faux is the only way to go!
OneandSeventy’s conservatory is dressed to impress and ready for as much rain as the Great British summer can throw at it.
Bring it on!
A hui hou,