Dreaming

I keep trying to come out with a post about 'home', and what 'home' is to me, and why I find it weird that I now think of Paris and Oxford as my 'home', as well as my actual 'home' with my parents, which feels increasingly like my chilhod 'home 'and not my current home (something perhaps to do with the fact that my bed there is still a single pine children's bed, and that my bedroom walls are the ultimate early-noughties combo of lilac and pale blue..), but I can't make it work. In short, I am tired, homesick, looking forward to finishing my interminably dragging job next week, but having said all that i am in LOVE with Paris, my parisian friends, my flat, the Jardin de Luxembourg in the sun, and am enjoying dreaming of how my home will look in the future. Perhaps something like one of these....


I love the mismatched crockery and earthy tones. (Apartment Therapy)



Isn't this tucked away bed wonderful? Though the idea of not having a bedside table would worry me slightly... (Apartment Therapy)

Now this is my kind of bedside table! I am not a fan of LV, but something about their trunks and luggage is just impossibly chic.. (Design is mine)

And finally, my perfect desk, only I'd change the Tiffany-blue boxes for some chintzy floral hatboxes, or old children's suitcases. (Design is mine)

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