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A corner of my current room
It seems everyone is moving at the moment and I’m no exception. Upping sticks after 3 (really quite happy) years in the same house is definitely sad, and I’ve lived in the same little square of London for 5 years which makes venturing north to Dalston seem like a real adventure. The only good thing about moving it seems, is the promise of getting re-settled and having an excuse to buy lovely homewares. Here a few of the things I’ve been taking inspiration from…
Shauna & Stephen’s apartment is incredible and has so many little bits in it I’d like to try out. They’ve completely sold me on the idea of a forest wall. My new bedroom is also shelved completely down one wall, aside from a fireplace, so my current plan is to keep everything on display, or in crates and baskets, on those.
I love the furniture & colour scheme used by Jutta (via Design Sponge) and I’d really like to try out grey walls if my landlord would allow it.
As mentioned back up there, the one thing I’m pretty set on is an open wardrobe and shelves full of wooden crates, wire baskets and old drawers. I can’t remember where these photos are from, but they sum up what I’m after…
ThreePotatoFour have almost everything I want, but the shipping would be over $100 which definitely (sadly) counts it out. Our move is in 6 days now and I’m hoping to take plenty of photos to document the whole painful/fun process.
As you may have guessed, I am a big fan of all things vintage and handmade. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to a ‘real’ shop and each day I find settling for something badly made and cheap from H&M less and less appealing. I’d rather be unique, thanks.
If I weren’t on a shopping ban, one of those embroidered clocks would be mine, mine , mine!
I don’t know whether it was my Dad’s incredible photos, Sigur Ros or a school project that made me want to visit Iceland but I’ve wanted to for a long time. It has always struck me as a beautiful, desolate, friendly, vast, lonely, dramatic and powerful place. Bleak and wild. It somehow forms a complete fantasy world in my head to the extent that I just can’t imagine any corner of it being without some sort of charm or magic.
After booking flights a month or so ago, it’s now just 26 days until me and the boy depart for this land of folklore, vikings and gnomes and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m also terrified. I’ve built it up to be such a wonderful place in my mind that I’m not sure it can ever live up to my expectations – but then, I’m yet to meet anyone who has come away disappointed, so fingers crossed.
We’re not trying to be ambitious, especially as neither of us drive, and will be spending 4 nights in Reykjavik, followed by 2 in Stykkisholmur and 2 in Isafjordur before flying back to Reykjavik for a final night. There don’t seem to be many resources online, or other blogs, that really cover their trips (especially by public transport in detail) so I’ll be trying hard to layout what we did, what we planned, what was good and what wasn’t. But I think first things first, let’s have some photos…
These are all from Hrabina von Tup Tup on Flickr
The light! The jumpers! The ponies! Why is it all so perfect!?
This is absolutely one of the loveliest videos I’ve ever seen. I’ve been an avid reader of Francesca’s blog The Snail & The Cyclops for quite a while now and have since fallen in love with both her shop and Forest Bound‘s. I wish my house was like this and that I was half as sweet as they are!
Me and a friend are starting a new monthly club, where we invite all our (girl)friends and potential future friends to come along to a room in a pub for an evening of wine, craft and chatting. We’re describing it as a get-toegther for grown-up Brownies without the stupid traditions. So, if you’re from London, female and free on 9th June, then come along!
More details are here.
This is pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen. An early 1900s quilt made of cigarette silks (whatever they are! The mind boggles!) It’s also for sale on Etsy, for about $700 more than I can dream of affording. Thanks to Sally Jane Vintage for pointing me towards possibly the only Etsy shop I’ve somehow never managed to stumble across myself: BeautifulReign
I’ve had Cody Cloud’s website open in a tab in Firefox for about 3 weeks now and have been meaning to write a blog every time I open my laptop. I’m finally doing it now. I think I’m in love with each of his shots and I’m always a sucker for animals and zoos. His series in Shanghai Zoo actually makes it look the loneliest place on earth though, if you’re an animal at least.
I’ve spent the last couple of weekends by the sea. Morecambe with my boyfriend and then Swansea with work. One was a step back to the 20s and the other to the 60s. I wish I’d taken my polaroid to Swansea as it would have loved the architecture. I did however take it to Morecambe, where we stayed in the beautiful, recently re-furbished Midland Hotel.
Morecambe itself feels like it still has a lot of catching up to do. The Midland is perched between the sea and a rather ugly leisure park, consisting of giant supermarkets, bowling and cinema, feeling like it should be on the outskirts, not slap-bang in the centre of town. There’s also the long-demolished theme park Frontierland, where all that’s left is the bizarre Polo Tower. Whilst the town may not yet live up to the glamour of The Midland it does hide a few gems including classic cafes and ice cream parlours, plenty of charity shops and stunning views. I’d also thoroughly recommend The Curry Leaf. That is, if you like squirty cream on your tikka masala.
I’m finding Snjezana Josipovic’s photographs completely astonishing. I’m not really sure what else I can say, except check out her Flickr and her website and hope that one day soon some of these incredible portraits will be available in a nice big book. She makes me wish I could take such wonderful photos of my friends.
Occasionally I wonder if all of my favourite photos are too much of the same style; I quickly realise I can’t help it though. In a funny way, I think they capture my preferred asthetic for life. Nothing too grand, slightly bleak, nothing too polished or shiny, all very real. Many of the photographers I’ve featured thus far with this style have been American, Josh Murfitt isn’t. He’s in the UK and seems to find all the little corners I love, and that make Britain my home.