i don’t own much in the ways of furniture. besides bedroom basics and one (mega) couch, the rest of our apartment is filled with my flatmates’ stuff (gratefully so, thanks for being grown ups guys.) so i tend to daydream about fantasy furniture to fill my fantasy home with some…
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!
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.
oh, you only have 1 million? let’s buy this one, then.
i could show you more but 100% of these apartments basically look the same inside.
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.
if you just read that long story you might understand where my love for mid-century modern houses comes from and why i would love to live in one some day. nothing makes me feel more at home.
this is the beattie residence, designed by ulrich franzen.
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.
click on the images for their sources. some of these might be reposts, sorry.
i will always love the party, mostly due to the fact that the phrase ‘birdie num num’ is a running joke in my family. second to peter sellers’ antics, the best thing about this film is the house where all the action goes down. as a kid i thought nothing was more glamorous than a house that had a water running through it (am i right?) … i still kind of think that! i also love the way sellers wanders around, completely out of place – i totally empathise with his party awkwardness… obviously the sixties vibe completely appeals to me as well. haven’t seen the party? do it.