It's been overcast / raining on and off here for days, but finally the kind of weather where you can leave the windows open some nights. A few more weeks/degrees in this direction could almost warrant turning on my fireplace… probably no such luck though.
Anyway, have recently entered some involuntary phase where I long for a hot meal every night but neither feel like eating out nor can be bothered to cook. Or grocery shop. Think it's got something to do with it being pitch dark at 6. Or it's Thanksgiving being around the corner… or this weather. Who knows. Either way, the only thing I am decently familiar with that somewhat approximates the illusion of a private chef is my decade old slow cooker.
Lucky to have had a few different kinds of mushrooms and some goat brie in my otherwise empty fridge this morning, so dinner's looking/smelling pretty good tonight. I'm in for a quiet night with a book while trying to master the interest to check up on Black Friday deals. Would love to score one of those iRobot vacuum cleaners that cleans the house while you're out (guess it's the cleaning lady equivalent of the slow cooker chef?) but I know they'll be pricey even on sale so probably won't bother.
Well, happy Thanksgiving everyone, drive safely and enjoy the food coma.
It's a hot hot Summer down here in Florida and I have just returned from the equally hot (or likely even hotter) Nevada. As always, very happy to reunite with Smokey, who, much like myself, is in the desperate need of a haircut. We both got decent haircuts before I left (evidence below) so there really is no explanation.
Anyway, really don't have much to blog about at the moment. My good friend Ernie, whom I think I saw a total of one time this year just called that he is back from Europe. I'm not even sure how long he was gone it's been that long.
And speaking of fresh air… not a fan of synthetic air fresheners. On top of that I wasn't blessed with a very girly taste in general so most fruity concoctions, even when a 100% natural are still somewhat invasive to my senses.
Do love the smell of books, leather, trees, vanilla, wood, saunas (eucalyptus), Asian temples, coffee, fire, babies, rain, lemons and honey though (the list goes on)… and once in a blue moon I do come across the perfect bottle of organic wholesomeness that's just right for my world.
so for the unlikely event that someone's
got the same preferences as me, here are my
To me, these smell like good blues sounds… raw, calm and soulful.
If you also prefer natural scents, please do point me to any good woody or leathery organic finds. A hint of vanilla is always a bonus.
What I like about white the best is the visual simplicity rendered by the illusion that I am surrounded by space rather than walls and objects.
In my world, white is best mixed with natural elements that have their own non-color color, like wood, leather, steel, fur, jute, plants, etc. All in a non-fussy, low-maintenance, I don't know, neither cluttered nor museum-perfection manner. Kind of just letting them mix the way they want to mix.
Besides their aesthetics, my favorite quality of imperfect, distressed furniture (as well as imperfect walls and floors) is that accidental scratches and marks don't ruin them. Like good jeans, the more wear the better.
(Dining room pictures ending here, moving over to the living room)
My hands down favorite element of the living area is the water view (which I managed not to capture) and the amount of light coming in.
(As a side note: a rather common question female visitors tend to point at me is whether it's a nightmare to keep white furniture clean. Funny how guys never ask that. I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but the answer is no, as long as the upholstery is removable and washable, which I think any upholstery, white or not, should be anyway. The same goes for white sheets and towels, so much easier to add bleach to the wash to get rid of the occasional mascara-stain than it would be with any other color. That being said, whatever the color, an extra set of the removable upholstery purchased from the manufacturer is of course common sense. Guess my only advice is if you have to bleach, which most of the time I don't, then make sure all pieces are in the same wash to avoid getting one of them a slightly different shade of white.)
Don't have more living area photos, there's really just a fire place, a TV and a few windows missing. Moving over to the powder room next.
Not much to show here.
(The fern needs a trim, I know.)
OK, this post is getting way longer than foreseen, so I'll leave the remaining areas (kitchen, entrance and patio downstairs, then my bedroom, bathroom, balcony, tiny guest bed & bath, my office and some open landing areas upstairs) for another time.
(If anyone is even interested that is. In essence it's really just more rooms of the same style).
Never consciously realized what a big part music played in my mundane morning routine till my speakers stopped working about a week ago. Turns out, coffee, shower, make up and Smokey maneuvering between my feet are just not the same without some rusty blues or raggae running through the walls.
The fact that they were a house warming gift from my friend Ernie makes me also realize I've been in this place for over six months now. And that so much has changed in the last six months.
At the end of the day I love every color. Guess what I mean is they all have their place. But all my life white has been the color I never tire of. If I had to wear the same outfit for the rest of my life it would probably be a white t-shirt with jeans.
Painting all my walls white today. They were sort of an off white before, not too bad but all the wrong undertones. White walls are tricky like that, the wrong shade just makes a place feel off. Kind of hospital like... or just plain unpainted.
Gotta love all-white homes but what I love even more is white mixed with wood, leather, jute, plants and other natural elements. White + wood is like the house version of the white t-shirt with jeans…
For me the magic is in the texture. Walls, textiles, clothes, towels, paper, whatever… if the texture is right my whole world feels just right.
Still playing around with different textures & shades of white:
Will figure it all out soon I hope. I know Smokey loves white & definitely appreciates texture -- especially for claw sharpening purposes.