Been feeling nesty recently friends. I am getting that 'must make home' feeling more and more. I want to hang curtains and paint walls, have fresh bread baking in the morning and my own photos on the fridge. Not having your own place has its upside (just call the landlord when things break) but it means that I am stuck with grey walls and black furniture. Chic, yes, but just not me.
I want flowers on my cushions and crystals hanging in the window, making rainbows everywhere. I want my own teapot and a fine collection of mismatching, highly original mugs in all shapes and sizes. I want my walls lined with books and soft Ikea floor lamps in the corners. I would have a knitted or crochet blanket on the back of every couch or chair for convenient snuggling. Persian carpets underfoot for optimal barefooted conditions.
During my second year of college I lived in a flat with a red couch and black and white checker board cushions in the living room. My flatmates room was painted orange with a lime green floor lamp. My room was painted acid green, with hot pink and orange bedclothes and a turquiose and gold rug. Multi-coloured curtains tied the whole mess together. Yes, it sounds like a bad acid trip, but I loved it. I felt warm and snug no matter what the weather was like outside. I felt bright. Well, it was bright.
More than anything I want COLOUR! Lots of colour, clashing and vibrant. Even my clothes feel a bit drab and safe. I want to look like 'a walking Christmas tree' as my Ma would say. I'm off to knit more rainbow i-cords to wrap round my wrists and head. What fun!
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