to tell you the truth i don’t look at interior blogs & websites all too often. mostly because they make me so insanely jealous and fed up that i end up closing them almost immediately. now and then i go through a binge and purge phase of devouring as much…
serving trays are pretty much the last thing i thought i’d ever blog about, because they are the most boring of the kitchen paraphernalia right? we could make a list i guess. anyway, these ones from svenskt tenn with original designs by architect josef frank are rad. i’m happy to know there…
have a sneaking suspicion that the apartments for sale at alvhem are cleverly furnished, styled and photographed by mega smart swedish real estate agents – duping us all into believing that we are inferior beings with inferior apartments. i’d like to imagine that these are real homes, though. and then i ask…
may i introduce you to my new winter… and summer homes? they are in norway. at least i’m pretty sure they’re in norway, as the architect’s website is in norwegian (i’m guessing) and my google translate won’t activate.
my winter home is pretty rad because it has reindeer antlers on the pitch of the roof (i put them there)
my summer home is awesome because of all the windows, so i can let the light in until 10pm. or whenever it sets in norway. does the sun even set in norway in summer? i’ll soon find out.
you can come visit, i’ll try to find some scandanavian style pull out couches.
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 secretly agreed with her though, living on a country estate in those days must have been pretty damn sweet. IF you were rich and got to picnic all day and other people made your meals for you.
on that note, did anyone watch the latest glee with gwyneth? i thought it very cringey. what happened glee!