This is how I know I’m a grown up (on certain occasions) when I start getting excited about interior design, architecture, home decor and baking. Now I know what you’re thinking… How can walls get me all hot and bothered. Well, simply put, these are no ordinary walls. These are statements of fantasy and whimsical mastery. Imagine coming home from the harsh bustling city that’s chewed you up and spit you out to find an oasis of wonder, where dreams can be cultivated. I like the thought of that. I like the idea of coming home to your own little sanctuary. A place where you feel like you’ve harnessed the Zen power of the ancient world. Anyway, I think these murals and wallpaper inspirations do just that.
In May I bought some pots and seeds in the hopes that my balcony would turn out like this…
Hello fellow Pandas!
I finally feel somewhat settled in my new place. It’s not quite complete yet but it’s starting to come together.
Like with any new place of your very own you want to have a homely feel to it. But alas I am not made of money and that money tree that I planted hasn’t produced any currency yet, so I decided to start with the little things to spruce up the place with.
Do you have any idea how hard Sunday is for me?! It’s harsh. Cold. Miserable. Down right awful! I have no doubt that you guys can relate to this one.
The weekend is never long enough. I actually wish that we had 4 day weeks, instead of the dreaded 5. I am certain that everyone would be a lot more happier. Don’t get me wrong; I cherish my Sunday’s. It’s where I can catch up on reading, blogging, and generally be super lazy. And boy do I love me a lazy day! On those days I don’t even get out of my pj’s. It’s bliss I tell ya. Pure bliss! But Sunday evening is an unnecessary cruel torturous bastard. One where I do not wish to participate in any more. The hours seem to go by quick. I feel rushed for some reason. Like I’m looking at a sand timer of doom. Each grain slips through and it’s closer to Monday. My feelings for Sunday have worsened throughout the months. I think that’s partly because I am becoming even more unsatisfied with my job. So it makes Sunday evenings really hard. I will go so far as to say that I hate Sundays even more than Monday mornings. That says a lot doesn’t it.