RETRO: Wallpaper to the rescue!
Well, because I am a sucker for punishment, I’ve decided that planning a wedding isn’t stress enough. No, I’ve decided that if I’m going to subject the people around me to a torrent of madness, it might as well be worth it – I’m going to give them a full dose of crazy and then see who sticks around to view the aftermath.Yes, I am in the process of purchasing a house – areal abode. And yes, it’s a wreck. If this were a boat and we were on the high seas, this house would be under those high seas and I would be floating on a little dinghy drinking a bottle of rum while singing horrible piratey-songs in a gnarly, yet somehow alluring voice melting with melancholy. Yes, the house that I have bought is old. In fact, it’s about 50-years-old and has the retro wallpaper and asbestos inlaid bathroom to prove it.
So yes, here’s to me driving everybody who will sit still long enough, crazy with my housey-exploits. Since I don’t get the keys to the house until the 30th of August, there’s still a long way to go yet before I can start breaking down kitchens and peeling off disgusting wallpaper – but just you wait, those days will come! This blog will soon become more than just a crazy lady blog about random wedding things and food, and will morph into a crazy lady blog about random wedding things, food and house-renovating madness. As you can probably image, my friend’s are both elated for me and slightly hesitant – as I will be calling “Pizza House Days” for painting expeditions, where will most likely end up painting each other Antique White U.S.A. until we collapse with pizza stains on our faces and beer drool running lazily down our shirts. I assure you, I’ll find a better title for these painty-jaunts other that “Pizza House Days”, because that sounds more like it should be the title of as really horrible Korean drama where a handsome, yet poor fellow makes pizzas for a living, meets a rich, yet aloof girl and somehow someone gets cancer.
To get me through all of the crazy, I’ve got a pile of magazines, Ikea kitchen brochures and trusty Pinterest to keep me inspired. And so, without further ado, here are some pretty ideas for spaces that I so deeply desire to emmulate, or at least wistfully gaze upon. With wistfulness.
As you can probably tell, I have a thing about white walls. Man, I love a good white wall.
If you have white walls, human beings look better in a room than if you have red walls.