Gwendoline, I'm sorry 
. I will be a bit more thoughtful - if it makes you feel better, know that MY house is definitely one of the shabbiest and least trendy of my locality. I go into the houses of the other class mums, and they're all waaaay nicer than mine. My house is NOT fabulous - it's an unsympathetically modernised 30s semi with no original features, low ceilings, small rooms, naff bathrooms. It was absolutely hideous when we moved in - we got it at least £100k cheaper than anything of equivalent size in the area (I know - ridiculous London prices) because it was so chuffin ugly and scruffy. I had a teeny tiny budget for doing it up and have had to crawl through a very very long to do list, finding budget solutions. For example, I couldn't afford new kitchen units and tiles, so have painted them (painted melamine units = big deco crime!). I have spent this week painting a couple of big blanket boxes I got for a fiver from a car boot sale, and researching the cheapest halfway-tasteful lino I can get to cover up the monstrous orange varnished bathroom floor.
I think I've done a pretty good job given how little money we had to spend on it, but still: it's an ugly house done up from Ikea and car boot sales, there's a limit on how much I can achieve. I was aware that I was putting off taking my turn hosting a class coffee morning, because my house is so much uglier than most of theirs. But then I thought, this is ridiculous: my house is so very much nicer than the council flat I was brought up in, why on earth am I developing social shame about a perfectly good and comfortable home? So I did the coffee morning, and one of the other mums took me aside to say she was pleased I'd done it, because SHE had been avoiding inviting anyone round because her flat is small and shabby, and I thought (a) I'm glad I did it, because there were we all thinking that everybody else's house is fabulous, but it's only the first few who were happy to show off their lovely homes but most of us are Normal, and (b) IT DOESN'T MATTER, it's only fashion.
I'm really into my interiors stuff: I love reading homes magazines and thinking about what I'll do next to my home. But it is mainly the stuff of fantasy because I don't have the time or money to make reality match my dreams. And I'm rather glad of that because if money was no object my home would be a kind of design pastiche, and I'd have to update it every year because it would date so quickly. It's also just my focus for where I like to put my creativity/effort. My clothes, by contrast, are completely predictable. I avoid all those MN style and fashion threads about the naffness of bootcut jeans/ leggings and biker boots/ wrap jersey dresses because THAT IS ME and I don't care: I wear a totally predictable working mother uniform and I have zero interest in being fashionable/cutting edge in my personal appearance. As long as I look vaguely neat, presentable and attractive I'm happy. So I don't blame anyone at all for taking the same approach to their home interior 