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My favourite Monstera.

I know I said the next post would be all about the master bedroom, but A) I still haven’t found a bed base I like (and while mattresses on recycled pallets can look industrial-chic, I think mattresses on the floor just look povo) and B) I haven’t finished the fabric jewellery board I’m aiming to take pride of place on the rear wall. I’ve also been annoyingly hindered by a nasty throat infection I may or may not have brought upon myself by inhaling a kilogram of teak dust over the weekend. Sanding back wood without the proper PPE is like clubbing past the age of 30: it seems harmless enough at the time but inevitably leaves you dirty, nauseous and consumed with self-loathing.

So instead, I’d like to introduce the latest addition to the household; a baby Monstera deliciosa I paid way too much for at a local florist’s last week while walking home from the pub. Serves me right for drunken plant-perving, I guess.


Monstera deliciosa (also known as Split-leaf philodendron; Fruit Salad Plant), artfully positioned to disguise the leaf damage I caused by dropping my phone on it).

I have a particular fondness for MD’s, as my Mum kept a gorgeous specimen in our living room for years when I was a kid. When I bought this one, it had already outgrown the pot so much that its roots were climbing over the edges and crawling through the drainage holes. I immediately transplanted it into a much bigger pot, thinking I was doing the right thing giving my new baby room to breathe and grow and maybe even dance a little when I wasn’t watching, but it turns out I may have screwed up – apparently when repotting you’re only supposed to go up another inch or so in pot size to avoid the roots taking in too much water and developing rot.

I don’t want to traumatise it by repotting again so soon, so I’ll keep it dry for a bit and see what happens. Seeing as it is Dry July and all, I might give myself the same treatment. Or if not for the entire month, at least until I find another route home.