a double storey floor to ceiling bookshelf. hold me. querosene house via contemporist
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.