I’ve been carrying out a make-over project for my room and I’m proud to announce that I’ve finally down to painting my 3 Ikea shelves a refreshing and bright white!
But there’s still so much more to do, and I’ve been browsing the web for inspiration and ideas of what I can do for my own room. In my exploration, I came across this video of an etsy pair of ladies who carry out upholstering for old furniture. Watching it makes me wish I had such skill!
Can’t seem to embed the video, so CLICK HERE to watch it!
Hi, all. Some glimpse(s) into what’s been going on, or rather, what’s been not-going on (my life is so uneventful these days).
Managed to take some photos of where I work (for now). I even took a picture of the toilet. I can’t help it, it looks nice.
Wanted to wear my faux leather jacket for the first time since being in Middle East and Egypt, but the weather was far too hot, plus it smelled weird. Must be the effect of my mom placing it in the suitbag. Gotta go wash it.
Hmm, okay. So in my ideal home, I’ll just screw the idea of having a wardrobe, at least until I have a walk in one.
I’ll just have this.
A clothes rack.
Naturally, I’ll need more than one. But the idea of not having to open my wardrobe in the morning to decide what to wear, quite tickles me. Plus, it’s cheap(er).
my house will be kinda sorta be like this.
taken from harryzhou.com
P.s, the smell of baby powder on my laptop is lulling me to sleepzzzz
Lately I’ve been thinking about that question- where do I see myself in 10 years time? What am I doing?
Honestly, I don’t know what, although I have an idea, a tintillating thought that perhaps I would be working with a purpose, and working with a life. That means flexible working times, a certain degree of independence (I find myself relishing the out-of-office travels) and preferably a beautiful lack of meetings that stretch till godknowswhatime (like the ones my boss seems to pull). I guess there is a beauty in working purposefully, or gaining a sense of fufilment and purpose from your work. But I don’t see the beauty in allowing work to overcome life.
Now to find a job, or create such a job that will let me achieve that.
I suppose it would mean working-from-home.
Which brings me to the idea of moving out. It’s never lost its lustre, that idea, not since I was 14. I think I would like the use of wood furninshings and floorings. It lends a certain homely-feel to a home that one should have. Dark wood, white-washed wood, coloured wood. Plenty of light. I loe the use of white in homes. Eclectic furnishings that sorta don’t match, but somehow mysteriously just work together, with the right amount of clutter.
I love the idea of a small NY apartment that’s filled with bric-a-bracs and the presence of its owner(s).
I think I don’t want a bed (at least for the first year). I’ll get by with the thickest mattress I can find, laid out against the wooden floor.
I want a tall bookshelf/shelves stuffed with books (that I read, of course).
Pictures, photographs, drawings, lightings on the wall, off the wall.
I want a shophouse. That’s it.I mean, does this not look like a sanctuary?
Desperately looking for a flatmate,
I remember being 15, and wanting to move out of my parents’ home ASAP. I could barely wait. Alas, reality knocked on my door, and burst my bubble of moving out so soon.
Moving out to live on your own is what I feel, a rite of passage. How else will you learn to be your own person, if you are forever living in someone’s home, under someone’s rules (no matter how much you doth protest that you are an Adult).
I guess the whole “move out when 18” thing doesn’t quite apply in Singapore, our sunny lil’ island. Especially when the typical 18 year old is still very much (a) in school, (b) about to serve National Service, and (c) doesn’t have any (or much) income to speak off. Our lift-off to independence, if you can even convince your parents to let you go, is very much delayed.
Nevertheless, that gives me more time to gain inspiration for my dream home (:
Now, with what little income and savings I would have, and the possibly impossibly small space I’d be living in, I’ve been spawning some really..erm…cheap creative ideas.
Required Items: reallyawesome curtains, and 1 thickthick mattress
Required Items: (Mismatched) old tiles that double up as Decor
Required Items: Glass Jars and Knick-knacks for Storage and Decor
Droolworthy Items: High ceilings and a killer library make for Nerd Lust
Required Area: Little Crook and Crannys (I love me some window seats)
My dreamhome is one of those rustic shophouses…What’s yours?