My home....
I want a nice house. A small one. Preferably like a cottage. Maybe sloping roofs, white, wooden doors, even a pair of ceiling-to-floor glass ones. So that I can look out into a garden or the backyard when I'm wandering around the house.
I want a balcony. A cool and small place, shaded by some tall palm plants in terracotta pots. I want a jhoola there as well. Maybe one made of wrought iron, with an intricate design on top. Or just a plain old cane and bamboo one, where I can sit back and read, sip some tea and watch the world go by. I want a tiny den, where I can keep myself surrounded by books - some Liverpool posters fluttering around, a computer, a coffee mug on a coaster on my study table, pictures scattered all around in colourful photo frames.
I want a bird cage, done up with white paint and bright star lights (like the one shown in 'Wake Up Sid'). So that I can illuminate it and marvel at the brightness. I want a giant shiny disco ball in my room, suspended on top. Catching all the light and reflecting it in a thousand different directions. I want those radium stars and planets on the ceiling - ones that glow in the darkness.
I want lots and lots of plant in my house. Even in the bathrooms to break the monotony. A round dining table in the kitches, with a wicker or a chinese lamp hanging over it. I want a reclining couch with plush cushions. Even a polka dotted beanbag. I want wooden artefacts all around my house. I want a Malaysian gong on the main door. I want a brass knocker. I want dim lighting all around, muted for that soothing effect. I want lots of durries and cushions scattered on the floors of all the rooms.
I want a bedroom with French windows. And a room with those FRIENDS-kinda marble ledge where Rachel sits. So I can gaze at the stars or the trees outside. I want colourful crockery - plates and mugs and bowls. I want more colourful linen - bedsheets and covers and pillows. Bright orange curtains to capture the light of the day. White ones for the drawing room. Maybe yellow and blue and red, so I can keep changing them every month or sooner. I want thick, fat, fluffy pillows. And lots of them.
I want my house to be my home - small and warm and comforting and golden with the love around.
I want a balcony. A cool and small place, shaded by some tall palm plants in terracotta pots. I want a jhoola there as well. Maybe one made of wrought iron, with an intricate design on top. Or just a plain old cane and bamboo one, where I can sit back and read, sip some tea and watch the world go by. I want a tiny den, where I can keep myself surrounded by books - some Liverpool posters fluttering around, a computer, a coffee mug on a coaster on my study table, pictures scattered all around in colourful photo frames.
I want a bird cage, done up with white paint and bright star lights (like the one shown in 'Wake Up Sid'). So that I can illuminate it and marvel at the brightness. I want a giant shiny disco ball in my room, suspended on top. Catching all the light and reflecting it in a thousand different directions. I want those radium stars and planets on the ceiling - ones that glow in the darkness.
I want lots and lots of plant in my house. Even in the bathrooms to break the monotony. A round dining table in the kitches, with a wicker or a chinese lamp hanging over it. I want a reclining couch with plush cushions. Even a polka dotted beanbag. I want wooden artefacts all around my house. I want a Malaysian gong on the main door. I want a brass knocker. I want dim lighting all around, muted for that soothing effect. I want lots of durries and cushions scattered on the floors of all the rooms.
I want a bedroom with French windows. And a room with those FRIENDS-kinda marble ledge where Rachel sits. So I can gaze at the stars or the trees outside. I want colourful crockery - plates and mugs and bowls. I want more colourful linen - bedsheets and covers and pillows. Bright orange curtains to capture the light of the day. White ones for the drawing room. Maybe yellow and blue and red, so I can keep changing them every month or sooner. I want thick, fat, fluffy pillows. And lots of them.
I want my house to be my home - small and warm and comforting and golden with the love around.
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