Of course I’m alive & kicking, and I know many of you would like to disagree rather strongly with that statement since I’ve dropped off the face of my blog but I’m here, I promise. I’ve always valued more than anything when inspiration flows, and when it flows – it overflows. It didn’t seem that way when I was sanding what felt like every square inch of my bedroom walls two days ago, or slapping on a spectacularly dreadful coat of primer over a chocolate brown that just wouldn’t go away, but when I got to Ikea yesterday afternoon picking out, well, far more than a handful, of finishing touches for my stunning new bedroom – that’s when I knew the inspiration was lingering. And because I’m oh, so cruel, I’m only giving you two photos of my favourite indoor space in the whole world right now. Perhaps more in a little while, if you ask nicely.
Even when you look closely, I don’t think you can make out the ice blue streaks I sort of accidently gave myself with a paint brush. Absolutely, I am a professional.
This book. This book is responsible for my spending of thousands of dollars in Norway, Sweden & Finland. It’s responsible for two visits to the ICEHOTEL.
And now, without knowing it at the time, but I think subconsciously, it was responsible for all my inspiration in my beautiful new bedroom.
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