whenever my friend and i watch a period drama the same discussion will always ensue. she’ll lament that we were born in the wrong era and talk about how happy we’d be if we could live in those times. i’ll try to convince her that we’d be bored out of our minds with just sewing and wandering around in gardens to keep us occupied. she’d rebut with the opinion that if sewing and garden wandering was all we ever knew we’d be content. i’d remind her that you’d have to be (a) rich or (b) married rich to actually enjoy worry free sewing and garden wandering. she’d say that being rich is a positive, not a negative. i’d remind her that we’d have to play lots of card games and that she hated them. she’d remind me i loved card games. and so it went on.
i’ve been in my new place for a few weeks and the walls are still bare. this will not do.
click on the images for their sources. except for the one that’s uncredited as i found it on a site that doesn’t credit (i’m looking at you tumblr). man! but i still wanted to share it. if you know the source, do tell.
hey, want to move to sweden with me? malmö, specifically. it’s pretty cold there right now but we can hole up in this apartment. it’s for sale for R3,5m. did you know the swedish krona’s exchange rate is basically on par with the south african rand? i didn’t either. it makes me feel pretty great, except a coffee there probably costs 30 bucks which makes me feel the opposite. it’s okay, we can take our own coffee & live like monks! if you can bring the 3.5 million we’ll be set.
as a kid, friends of my parents had the most beautiful mid-century modern house situated on a hilltop that overlooked a valley (all mountains and vineyards and awesomeness). but i didn’t care about the view, i was only interested in the house. it was a single storey design with split levels and low ceilings – made basically entirely out of wood and glass. each room was on a different level and my brother and i used to explore from the bedrooms at the top making our way down through the tv room, kitchen, dining room, formal living room and guest bedrooms at the bottom. it was magic. then they moved, sold the house and it got demolished. i think i cried the day i found out.
i’m moving into a new place this month, and i’m excited. i’ll be living with my very good friends (yay) and just the thought of experiencing a change puts a spring in my step. have been catching myself looking at interiors online, which is kind of futile since i don’t have a money tree (yet). yeah. so, this is kind of what i would like my house to look like… one day. or at least elements of. taste veers drastically from very light & airy to pretty dark & moody.
i’m not one to lust after luxury (looking at net-a-porter almost every day doesn’t count as lusting after luxury, right?) but i would really like to stay in the sweet room at maison moschino, please. those pillows!
my little flat with zero forest / mountain / lake view is becoming increasingly depressing the more i look at these
all images via contemporist