Fixing what’s unsatisfactory

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Creating meaningful surroundings is important to me. I’m not a designer of any sort. I don’t have rules… I purposely like to kid myself that I’m breaking rules but I have no clue, I could be following a rule book unbeknown to me.

That’s what I was doing today. Concentrating on my room. It’s not done, this is where I’m up to. Everyday I view my surrounds as something to decorate, I suppose that’s just a creative mind, but I don’t always act on the urge, hence this post. There is a need in me to fix everything to what I find pleasing though.

I wonder why when something is important to me, like decorating and styling, I don’t become more knowledgeable on it but rather I allow it to be what it is. It’s an natural interest, I like stuff, but at the same time I am particular on what I have. I like to collect things from different places, I like to make things, I don’t need my possessions to scream what interests I have but I like them to portray my personality. That’s why it’s homely to me. That’s why I feel comfortable in my room.

And how does pleasing me work? How do I ‘find’ what is pleasing? I suppose, I say reluctantly, that must come down to some sort of rule – the juxtaposition of the objects. It’s like pretty faces are usually symmetrical. I don’t know. I’m just not sure, there’s probably a science behind it. With people who are Doctors. Hello, I’m a Doctor of Style. You wouldn’t believe them though, would you. You’d just think they’re being cocky.

My room is divided into two categories; things I’m satisfied with and things I’m not. I wasn’t aware of this till recently and all it comes down to when I have a feeling that something isn’t right. Which is an okay problem, I suppose, but it occurred to me that I could just fix them. Anything that gives me a sinking feeling just correct it till I’m all chill inside.

That’s obvious isn’t it. When you live in a space you don’t often see that though.

So here I am fixing what doesn’t satisfy me and I’ll update you in the future whether these changes have worked.

shelving

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bed side table

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shelves

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This is where I kind of gave up and had a walk, food and a bubble bath. I’m an easily distracted creature. This one was a tough one though. I still don’t think it’s right but I think I’m done playing for today so I’ll sit on it a bit and see if my dissatisfied senses tingle.

It does look kind of cute. It’s growing on me already.IMG_2916

 

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Trying Homemade Infused Vodka 

I’ll set the scene: got the himalayan salt lamp on, lit candles, blanket over us, cuddled watching TV and could I sound any more pretentious? Oh yeah, drinking our homemade infused vodka. There you go.

It’s a gloomy day in England. What possibly could perk everything up other than trying our pineapple Infused Vodka? Spoiler; nothing else could do the job. 

And the verdict I hear you cry! It’s guilty of making me tipsy while I’m trying to write this post, for number one, and number two it tastes wonderful! A big win here. Means we can make a lot more, experiment with flavours, and give them out at Christmas! Not to random people obviously, that’ll be too weird even for me. 

Happy Thursday people! 

how do you hang a scratch map?

I had this scratch map for a few months before it hit me in the face how I should hang it. I didn’t search the Internet for suggestions because clearly I’m an idiot. There’s probably a few options out there (I don’t know, still haven’t looked) but I don’t have a big bedroom whatsoever, so there’s a voice in me that tells me to not crowd my walls. So it wasn’t at the front of my mind of what to do. I obviously couldn’t frame it because then I can’t scratch it (but that didn’t occur to me till after a few Google searches for frames) (dumb, right?) and I don’t have the money to buy any amazing contraption that’ll fulfil all my scratch map needs. But then I ignored that voice (because it’s not mine, just social standards) as I was about to throw away an envelope then it came to me.. And perfect! I used sticky hooks to secure it to the wall and a bit of tape to make sure they’d stay in their triangle homes forever and ever. It inspires me in all different ways, that I won’t bother to list so I’ll leave you with that air of mystery. And that’s the best achievement of them all. (Not the mystery bit. Obviously.) The end. 

Tie dye fever 

I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I don’t want to quote Miley but I actually can’t stop tie dying everything. It started a few months ago as an experiment I thought I’d do once and then I’d be satisfied with the results, maybe, and I’d find another thing to do and move on with my life. Get over it, you know? Let it become a distant memory. A conversation piece maybe, ‘yeah I have tie dyed before and it was alright’. That’s my usual ruiteen. But I can’t let go of this urge, this need growing strong in me! It’s alive! What?? I’m not being dramatic. 

These are the photos of my first batch from a few months ago, along with my random every day photos showing that I genuinely reach for these clothes in my cupboard before any others. It’s very typical to see me in my own clothes now. It feels fantastic, and again, I’m not being dramatic. 

I have more clothes to share from other batches and I have a feeling I always will.