Design Junction

I started That Libby Girl 3 years ago now before I was even a student. When I wasn’t sure quite what I wanted from my life. I certainly never assumed that in 3 little years I would be working as a junior interior designer and living in central London, edging closer and closer to what I’ve been working towards since I set my sights on being a designer.

One perk of the job is that I get to visit amazing shows, like Design Junction and Decorex, and indulge my love for beautiful design.

Below are my favourites from Design Junction:



My four walls


As you may or may not know, I moved relatively recently and I have yet to properly settle into my room. The transition from dingy London room to my London room is however well underway. One of the walls has already been given a fresh coat of white paint, with the rest to follow hopefully this weekend after a well-needed trip to IKEA.

Anyone my age or younger knows all too well that your room is your only space to really express yourself. When I was younger I was fortunate enough that my parents let me have free reign of how my room was decorated, with the exception of one radical idea to paint all the walls black and have vibrant orange accessories. In hindsight, vetoing that one was a good shout but 13-year-old skull embossed fingerless glove wearing me was most upset. Never the less I stand by the fact that people, especially children, and young people should express themselves in the spaces they spend most of their time. Which is why I am excited this year to have a little more freedom with my own room.

Previously I lived in university halls which, while customizable, are relatively set in stone. I found small ways to make it my own, like putting posters on the walls and having my collection of bowls and accompanying trinkets displayed. There was also a pin board which by the end of the year was heaving with what I now, from the great heights of third-year, regard fondly as ‘first-year memories’.


During second-year I lived in a shabby little house that was largely unfit to live in for an extremely long list of reasons, but I think I still found a way to make my little room my own. I consider myself quite a sentimental person so an easy way for me to feel at home is by surrounding myself with memories. Like the plaster cast mold of my breast that I made in college as part of Free The Nippe project which also reminds me to stay creative (you can check out the full project here), family photos, a model I made in first-year, and of course my bowls.

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On the move


The tale of a zealous student’s first interview for an extremely exciting and promising industry job.

At last things have been happening. A month of unfruitful emails and tentative flat searches passed before anything happened. I got one response offering an interview but unfortunately they ‘found our new Studio Assistant’ before I had the chance to get my foot in the door. Until, while I was sat at my desk trawling through Dezeen Jobs one afternoon, I got the email from Philip Watts Design.

‘Thank you for your application for the placement position we have in London. I would love to meet you to discuss your work and get to know you a little more.

Are you available this Friday at all to meet at OXO Tower and we can get a coffee and discuss your work?’

At last.

The next week was spent lovingly touching up my, now shoddy, first year AutoCAD plans for my makeshift portfolio. I say makeshift because I have a designed portfolio, one I painstakingly laid out and made perfect for a hand in. Unfortunately, despite explaining to my lecturer that I had an interview and the submission having already been graded, I was unable to collect my actual portfolio from the studio. So, I made a makeshift portfolio of all of my original A3 layouts, which meant I could rearrange the work to suit what I knew Arun (my interviewer) wanted to see. And include hand drawn work from first year which is much more charming on its original, slightly crinkled layout paper. I’ve only just learned how to hand draw but it already feels like hand drawing is a dying art.

The interview went well. I survived the social shun of admitting that I don’t drink tea or coffee, then plumped with a much more palatable orange and mango juice. In fact, Arun made me feel right at home in what seems like the Philip Watts family. We briefly talked about me, then him and then the job itself. Over our drinks, the hot London sun warming our necks, he told me there’s often dogs in the office, that I get two weeks off at Christmas, and one of their biggest clients is Greggs while I sat and listened in rhapsody, hoping that the black A3 presentation folder wilting between my Nikes and the chair leg was enough.

It turns out it was. In a stroke of luck, I got the email from Philip Watts himself a week later, 10 minutes before my brother and I were due to meet my parents in Victoria for a family pub crawl back to my brothers Brixton flat.

‘You met recently with Arun at our London office and he was very impressed! So it gives me great please to offer you a placement opportunity with our company.’

Since then I’ve been looking at affordable and practical rooms in house shares around London and I think I’ve found a steal, but more on that later…



‘Life, People & Friendly Cats’

Now, I would blog about the house I live in, but then people would see where I live. It seems the stereotype of dingy student housing, every surface piled high with washing up and beer cans, doesn’t seem quite so character and memory building when you’re living in it.

But a few weeks ago I had the pleasure of staying with my brother in his charming split level flat in heart of lively Brixton.

The interior is a quirky combination of fresh out of uni trinkets and a tasteful collection of mismatched furniture. The flat, although lived in by 3 bonified adults still contains the playful hints of millennial living such as the dart board and a range of objects salvaged from skips or garage sales. It seems that Brixton has a huge ‘give away’ community, a surprising amount of houses had stacks of old records or books on their front wall free for the taking.

I think the most appealing aspect of the flat was that each room came with its very own picturesque view of London, almost hung like a personalised poster on the wall, framed by classic sash window frames.

Brixton, despite being a young and fresh part of London, emanates an old, friendly vibe. It’s older residents walk around hand in hand with their children or partners while taking in the crude displays of free things on offer and old architecture towering over them. The younger generation dart around the streets like atoms, drinking in the novelty of all things cool in Brixton. (One of these cool places will be featured in a later blog post so keep your eyes peeled)

I was lucky enough to be exploring the very streets that had worn the holes in my brothers Nikes, with my brother. And everyone knows exploring with a local means you get to see all the secret places only those who know, know. Brixton market was first on our hit list of places to visit. The small covered part of the market was packed with shops, standing shoulder to shoulder, spilling sweetly packaged soap and other handmade trinkets onto the bustling main thoroughfare. The surrounding area was bursting with fresh vegetables, fruit, artwork and more trinkets.

On of my favourite things to photograph is contrasting textures and, it appears, brickwork; both of which are rich in Brixton. The architectures patchwork facades, partnered with classic features add to Brixton’s immense charm.

On my way back to the tube station I dragged my feet, thinking of everything I’d seen and how much I craved to be surrounded by such intrigue all the time. Out of the silence came my final comment on Brixton ‘This place is everything I love! It’s full of life, people and friendly cats’. My brother laughed…