Slouching around the internet I was reading the blog of young fashion journalist in waiting Isabellanecessary. At 17, her thoughts are turning towards university and moving out of home and into her very first ever place of her own, and I found the pictures she posted to sum up what she’s picturing totally charming, so here they are:

I too remember day dreaming about what my university house would be like. Figuring living on campus in a hall was for squares and babies (ie I didn’t realise it is what everyone else would be doing) I took a university-owned house nearby. I too fantasized about a gothic Victorian pile, somewhere with an attic at least, and creaky old bannisters. What I got was a 1960s semi with ivy-print wallpaper, brown swirl carpet and no washing machine. I wish Isabella better luck.