Dormspiration: Come One, Come All!

Seeing as how my ever so humble abode is now going to be a room the size of a bathroom as I’m off to good ol’ university (I say that like I’ve been there before), every detail is crucial. Listen, I’m very affected by my surroundings. When a tornado has passed through my room, it’s very inconvenient. (That disaster of clothes on the floor is my fault? No, no, silly. Just another tornado sweeping past.) I will actively avoid my room all day and pretty much get to the point where I forget it exists, other than when I stumble in to sleep in this foreign, unmade bed. Or I’ll just consume myself in its messiness and become one sticky, conglomerated ball of laziness and spend hours underneath my sheets, wishing it all to disappear, but at the same time kind of relishing in my own sloth-like form.

^me. (But not actually. Just my sloth twin.)
So I do vow to at least try and keep my dorm clean, otherwise I’ll sleep on benches in the library and look like one of those severely sleep deprived keeners who refuse to leave before their finals (although this young man deserves some appreciation). 
And now, some dormspiration
A map of Europe only, please, to somewhat satisfy my incurable travel bug.

Imagine how efficient it would be to write all my papers on a typewriter? No mistakes for me.

Mosquito nets have always had an air of luxury to me. Delicately draped over your bed, a princess slumber is awaiting. Oh and then when morning comes, and the light’s pouring through your window, it’s like you open your eyes to a sleepy, magical haze all around you. 

I’ve posted this once before, but I am seriously considering a shelf so close to my bed fit for a laptop. Better yet, maybe I should invest in a king size bed and have it cover my entire floor. So tempting.

I love this. Everyone needs some floral love in their abode, especially when it looks as if peonies were simply sprinkled over your curtains.

Unfortunately most dorms don’t come with spiral, wooden staircases. This shall have to change.

For my graduation present, I was lucky enough to be able to order a DSLR camera with our air miles (what a wonderful creation). After tracking its delivery for over a week, anticipating its arrival to the second, and just generally being a giddy twelve year old, it has arrived in glorious form on my front door steps… only to be taken captive by my mother and banished into the depths of her secret hiding spots of presents. At risk of sounding like a spoiled Dudley Dursely, it’s mine, mine, mine! Give it back, mumma! 

^me again. But the steam decided to come out of my eyes instead of my ears, minor inconvenience. 
But anyways. 
Random, lovely items I wish to have in my dorm.
1. String of lights
2. Dainty teacups
3. Miniature animals
4. Coffee table books for somewhat productive procrastination
5. Wired grid for nostalgic photos
6. Vintage mirror
7. Paper peonies for my curtains
8. Mosquito net
9. Map of Europe
10. A kitten if possible

 *m

{HIMYS, Seren Coskun, HIMYS again, Urban Outfitters Home Catalog 1, 2, 3, Interiors Porn 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, my tumblr (Rabbit Earz)}

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The Purpose of Long Weekends

“Dear sleep, I know we had problems when I was younger. But now I love you.”
This utopic scene may have made an appearance way back in the day but it’s just so soothing. Couldn’t resist. It’s flirting with my desire to leave all the work I’ve conveniently left until today to get through and instead to slip away for a few hours in its endless amounts of pillows and sheets.

Treehouse swag, yo. Straight up. Looks like a clan of gypsies would live here, and I’m assuming they’d get along with me so I could live here too.

The darkness is hugging you in this room. Book lovers must be crying tears of joy right about now. 
Anyways, Happy Easter everyone! 
Short and sweet. Now get back to hunting for those eggs the bunny left behind.
But first, I must show you my foodgawker worthy yogurt parfait.

Nummy in my tummy.
*m

{don’t know!, Between DreamsApricot Tea and HoneyPalidesWoah It’s LindseyApricot, can’t find!, can’t find!, Scandinavian Retreatfaizrosli}

A Trip Through the Sun, From France

Ah, this room makes me feel light. Imperfect walls, a rugged collection of paintings and sketches, ultra-bright pillows… just insert me lounging like a cat on the couch right over there. 
That chair. What confidence. Should I mayhaps be in an entirely white & polished room, an iMac gazing into my eyes, with bouquets of my friends poised around the desk in front of me? I could. Or I could totally be the subject of attention against this rustic landscape. 
She prefers eyes on her at all times. But may have to share the attention with that good lookin’ ladder.
I’m really curious as to what’s above this bed… my dreams would be complete if it were an office that I could just sneak away to without anyone noticing. Or an art studio, omg. Or maybe it’s just a hideaway retreat for some relaxation.
Well I just felt like I was walking through the sun. Please invite me over anytime, will you?
*m

Disheveled Statements

I think finding yourself surrounded by everything you’ve created would be such a constant source of inspiration and motivation, too. Although, gotta admit, this really reminds me of the scene from the Black Swan, where she looks into her mother’s studio and the paintings of her all start screaming at the same time. Disturbing timez.
Will never look at Australia the same way. Sorry, Aussies, you forever live on an island shaped as a mouth.
Black & white & black & white & black & white. Usually I’d be begging for a burst of colour, but this room’s serenity comes from its simplicity.
Slash I’d totally feel like some brooding, moody, Parisian photographer. Which is definitely a good thing.
This room is actually insane. And not only because it looks as if it is literally a piece of artwork in itself, just think about the story behind that stained mattress, empty closet, with a wall full of meticulously framed artwork, but because it isn’t real.

Say whaaat? 
It’s a miniature scene! Every itty-bitty detail that was thought out for this room just became massively impressive. When I think of how precisely she must have used her fingers, not to mention the star surgeon’s hand she must have had to keep every move so steady, it just boggles my mind. God, I love miniature houses, or just miniature things in general. 
Highly suggest you go check out the rest of this gal’s work.
…I can now very realistically see myself as a professional doll house interior designer upon retirement. That and own six dachshunds. 
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{1, 2, 3, 4, 5: solid frog, bbz, ashley curry}

Feminine Functionality

Oh, hello there chair of my dreams. Correction: entire desk of my dreams. Not too cluttered, and not too minimalist to the point where if I left an eraser at a forty-five degree angle the world would implode. 
The collection of logs adds a very “rugged but still totally feminine getaway” look. That’s a term, right?
Oh, ho, ho! Deja vu! I love seeing how a bedroom fits into the rest of its home.
Yet another fur throw! I’d get along with this girl for sure. And would ya look at that painting, it blows me away. So much warmth and emotion.
I can already envision myself groggily stumbling in, and just instantly be perked up with this amount of light. Even if it were rainy, I feel like the colour of the wall, although dark, is actually quite comforting. Kind of wraps you up in its comforting hue.
I love when a home strikes the right balance between making a statement and actual practicality, so that you can really imagine yourself living there. I know I’m not alone when I say that I can easily see myself working away at that luxuriously comfortable desk, or curled up with a fur throw in the inviting living room (because let’s be honest, fur throws are something of a staple in this house). 
Sometimes though, practicality can be interpreted as completely minimalist, when it’s just bare white walls, dramatically high ceilings, with a single navy couch in the middle of the room and a stainless steel encased fireplace, maybe a red tricycle in the corner for a statement. But, I really can’t see myself living in a place like that. Because although you could say that minimalism is the height of functionality, we’re all human, and we need comfort, too.
That said, I understand that some people would want total and complete minimalism because that is what they find comforting in itself. Just my two cents.
*m

Fresh Sheets

You know what never fails to put me in a good mood?

FRIDAYS! Yippee!

And also a freshly made bed. Particularly when I’m about to fall asleep in it. And fully know that I can sleep in until my heart’s content the next morning.

Although typically I don’t fall asleep in such a dainty, low backed blouse with a wreath of flowers around my head. Maybe one day. But let’s be real, a flannel pj set is much more comfortable.

However, no matter what you are wearing, each of these beds will accept you with open arms, and you can settle into a dreamy utopia underneath its crisp, inviting sheets…

If I were to live in this bedroom, my Sunday mornings would be perfection. 
“Hm, I should really get up…”
Rolls onto the bean bag.
“Good enough for me.”
Really enjoying the yellow flowahz. Although with these eclectic pillows, and all their warm tones, any colour would be splendid.
Those windows are so generous with light, wow. I am in love with them. Although, gotta say, if you replaced the flowered wallpaper behind with distressed, white wood, I would die in the face of its beauty.
Fireplace within an arm’s reach of the bed! Comfort level: infinity! I feel so at peace looking at this.
This bedroom is downright teasing me.
Sometimes though an unmade bed is just as tempting, probably because it reminds me of the glorious time when I was sound asleep under its warmth. Mmm…

And how beautifully serene is this little girl? Her hair is identical to my mermaid’s
Has to be my absolute favourite of Sally Mann‘s photography. 

Delicacies

This’ll be short and sweet collection of photos… because of the math textbook taunting me on my desk, waiting for me to study, because that is what my life consists of lately. Studying. I’d much rather be with all of you guys, but duty calls. Save me anytime!

I feel as if I could just slip into this dress and all worries would slip away with it. So pure.

I’ve actually come across this photo so many times and have always forgotten to save it. That single modern chair leaves such an impact on the whole room, but without taking away from the ruggedly romantic, even sad in a sense, atmosphere. So perfect.
🙂

And by delicacies I don’t mean a scrumptious form of exotic food, (not that I wouldn’t be down for some exotic food right about now, I am so damn bored with what I eat), but just a collection of photos that have a certain “delicate” air about them. When I was scrolling through, that one word kept popping into my mind, so I couldn’t help but pull them all together.

Happy thursday night everyone… (one sleep till Friday!)
*m

Scandinavian Haven

I have always been drawn to the crisp whites of Scandinavian design, and so of course this home was just irresistible to me. The kitchen is just perfect. I would cook yummy pasta salads all afternoon, with the light pouring in through the generous windows, and have a friend or two playing the ukulele in the corner while we laugh over life’s frivolity. Oh hawhawhaw! Life is grand.

But honestly, this is one of my favourite examples of Scandinavian design. The cheery yellow of the desk chair, along with the abundance of animal portraits on sheets and pillows, the rustic windows, the set of retro lockers… it all conveys such a clear, easy-living lifestyle. It’s also inevitable that if the walls are painted such a white white, that the furniture and design of the home will speak for themselves. They dictate how the home will feel. Whether that is minimalist, retro, rustic, or romantic. Scandinavian design allows for you to express your individuality, but in a subtle way.

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ps. Sorry I left you without some rabbit ears for the weekend. I was away at a women’s leadership conference. It was fascinating. Not to mention I met someone who is currently living my dream job – a sustainable architect, so I’m a happy camper.

Highly recommend you watch this documentary as soon as you can. It’s appalling the direction our media is taking us.

{Living Agency}

A Tiny Oasis


Sitting Under a Tree, In the Rain

reading a book of poetry 

or maybe short stories, or 

both — it’s hard to tell
with this author; rich wet air, 
occasional drops falling into
my hair, onto the pages, and I
am purely happy, in a way 
that is like riding your bike 
down a very steep hill, or 
wading in a stony brook — 
it is a way that I knew 
how to follow once, but
for a long time, I 
have been too scared — 
to read a book, 
under a tree, 

in light rain.

Mary Anne Mohanraj


This was a gift my mum was just given by a pretty remarkable friend of hers. After talking about how she wishes she could just lie in the middle of the forest with the trees stretching over her for hours on end, the next time they met, she was greeted with this beautiful dream made into a – miniature – reality. The poem above is the writing that was tied ever so daintily with a ribbon on the top of the jar.

It’s a tiny oasis for us all to escape to, even if it’s just staring at its inviting little bed underneath the canopy of leaves. Encased in a glass jar, free from all our troubles, I would sleep. Or read. Or chill with the birdies, who I’m presuming can talk, all around me. Or maybe just lie there, looking up at the comforting leaves above me, and beyond these leaves there is simply a foggy blur of the outside world. Nothing would be able to tap into this dream. 

Why is it that everything miniature seems so unfathomably intriguing? Because it’s cute. And enchanting. And perhaps because we associate miniature people with stories, and in stories, there is no such thing as a cruel ending, so in some other sense, it’s soothing. I think we like to be able to imagine ourselves as such petite little creatures because of this dream-like taste it would have. Because of this impenetrable innocence that surrounds the dream, because anything little, let it be a child or a puppy or any other fellow that’s new to the world, can’t possibly be able to grasp anything beyond what is an innocent view of the world free from the reality that can be, well, slightly depressing.

I can just imagine a delicate fairy wandering through the forest, only to find a bed to rest on, and sleep away her own troubles for an hour or two and suddenly everything’s all better, and to us, or at least I know to me, there is no life more perfect.

Unfortunately that’s just not how it goes, right! Back to my awaiting textbook. Bleh.

What would you do if you were to stumble upon this little bed? You have an hour to yourself. How divine.

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{my photos}