I love it how inspiration can wind its way in and out of your life. A few years ago, I was staying in Paris with my parents in a quintessential Parisian apartment on the Ile-Saint-Louis. The floor to ceiling windows looked out onto a beautiful courtyard dotted with lamp posts and trees that had lost their leaves for the winter. The windows were dressed with nothing fancy – linen drapes backed with white tulle. I remember looking at those curtains and making a conscious decision that I would one day have those hanging in my (not yet purchased) house. Fast forward 5 years and Adam and I are renovating. I didn’t give a thought about those drapes from Paris. We had leftover metres and metres (around 40m to be exact) of tulle from the wedding which I cut back into curtains. I then purchased some pre-made curtains from Ikea. A few months ago I was looking through old holiday photos and found one of the curtains in that room and realised that I had remembered them exactly as they had been. It makes me smile to think we now have the exact replicas hanging in our house.