An odd side effect of mid 30’s life is trying to find a balance between tasteful, neutral home decor and wanting to cover every inch of my space in odd, niche objects that I personally enjoy but might, say, confuse the little old lady at the cat shelter if they come do a home check.

Maybe I’m just being judgemental? She might actually secretly love this print of Mr Blobby devouring his son that I got with Frisson Comic’s Blobby Horror anthology: