Month: January 2015

the black door

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The door was the beginning: it was first to turn black. In its previous life my space was a serviced apartment—and the door made this abundantly clear.  It had a no-smoking sticker, an automatic door closer and (no doubt) hundreds of fingerprints from travelling strangers. Having removed the tiles and polished the concrete floor (more on that later), I was left with a decent gap under the door.  I found a brass door seal that matched the brass switches. […]

wood paneling

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        The seventies.  I grew up in a house that was decked out with hand-made macrame, cane furniture, maidenhair ferns and, yes, wood paneling.  Eventually the fern greens were replaced with the peachy pastels of the eighties.  But I still love seventies delights.  Perhaps, like my dining table, it reminds me of home? It turns out the seventies was easy enough to recreate in my noughties space. I found a pile of long wood strips (cedar?) […]