One of my biggest passions in life is houses.
When I lay my eyes on a beautiful house it’s like nothing else in the worls matters. Something happens inside of me and my heart starts racing, I want to BE the house.
A real dream house.
So inevitably I also love decorating a house. I actually like moving homes as I get to decorate all over again – hang up my paintings, put all my things in their right places, make it cozy. Make the place me.
Your home is after all the place where you spend most your time. The place where you can be yourself, put on your pyjamas, remove your makeup and just be you.
I can spend hours browsing through interiour decorating pictures, I get lost in time and am left with tons of inspiration afterwards. But this is also where I get frustrated – there are so so many people out there who share my passion for decorating but it seems to me that not many of them get it. It frustrates me that most people only follow trends, only get their inspiration from the latest magazines, that in the end everyone ends up with identical looking homes!
I notice that white is a popular way to decorate at the moment. I mean: everything is white.
I’m good at accepting different point of views but I just don’t see the point with an all white room… What’s the point hanging a lamp if you can’t see it? What’s the point buying an expensive bed if you can’t see it? Maybe that’s it: you don’t like your furniture or your house so you make them invisible. It tells me that your home is a place where you don’t actually want to be.
I don’t get the white trend.
My point with this is that I’d like people to start daring to listen to themselves (something that we these days are programmed not to do) and start decorating their homes as they want it to be. Not what the magazines wants it to be.
Don’t put those pink paeonies in your home because it looks good on the picture; put them in your home because they are your favourite type of flowers.
Another typical picture I see over and over again – same kind of wall art and same kind of flowers.
But what do I know? I’m not a professional, I just got a passion. It doesn’t matter if others like my way of decorating, it only matters that I like it. And I can honestly say that everything in my home is there because I love it.
Here are some great interiour decorating photos I’ve come across, the kind of photos that don’t follow trends but still says “hell yeah!”.
I woke up this morning and realised that everything outside has turned yellow!
Perfect day to start with a long forest walk.
Best of all: no people. Just me. And animals.
It was like a gallery exhibition – insect carved art on branches and beatifully wavy fallen wood.
Then I found gold!!
I came home with a bunch of treasures, given to me by nature.
There’s something special about eating what you found, picked and cooked by yourself. I added a piece of delicious pumpkin pie my mother had made.
Thank you Mother Earth for being so amazing.
Small town second hand shops are CHEAP! The most I paid was £9 for the hand weaved kilim inspired rug. Second most expensive was the metal lamp at £4. All other things cost between 30p-£2.
Look at these beauties I found today at the second hand shop!
I’m so happy that there are more things (read: treasures) than clothes in my town’s second hand shops. Those in London mostly only had clothes. And as a buddhist I should’t say it… but I love things! Some people say it clutters the home, and the interiour design magazines are all talking about de-cluttering, but I love the clutter. And one thing is sure – I truly do love every little thing in my home.
Beautiful glass bottles to store all my jewellery making objects in. And a shiny silver tray to put them on!
This old and rusty rasp cost me a whopping £1 and I’m in love. Some old guy tried to convince me into not buying it – “It’s so rusty it won’t work, it’s better you go buy a new one, they’re cheap” -he said. I told him I’m gonna try anyway. They may be cheap to buy new but they don’t come as beautiful as this one.
I’m trying it out on some cheese boards I’ve been working on and sure thing it works!
Me and my brother’s cottage
A cottage for work space
Living out on the countryside is amazing and appart from having all this space to live on, and two cute little houses to work in, it’s the little things that reminds you how good life can be:
Original wooden flooring
The bathroom window – having an amazing view when you’re on the loo, in the shower or brushing your teeth.
Washing dishes has never been so beautiful.
Fresh, organic herbs from our own garden.
Having morning coffee on the front steps
Walking up and down from my bedroom on these old wooden stairs.
Waking up with the sun in my face and the first thing I see is nature.
I love cities but it’s here I belong.
Got myself a new nice little car!
A must when you live out in the countryside.
After 9 years in London I have finally decided to leave.
I’m gonna leave mr.Cameron’s scary rule, and the totalitarian police. I’m gonna leave the soaring house prices – screw you London, with your shithole closetspaced overpriced bedrooms and goodbye sharing home with shady strangers. Bye NHS – you always made me feel worse after seeing one of your doctors. Bye capitalism and greed which is quickly taking over every single street and mind. And a big goodbye to underpaid jobs where you slave away for people who don’t give a crap about you and expect you to work overtime for no extra money or even a “thank you”.
It’s been fun, it’s been great, but I’m realising now that I can be happier somewhere else. London is great if you want to climb the career-ladder or party all night long. I came here to party but I rarely go to clubs at all anymore so this life no longer makes any sense.
Things I’ll miss (a lot):
- cheap food
- dirty streets
- photo opportunities
- cheap travel tickets to the world
- Speaking English
Goodbye London. You’ll always be that great lover I had in my 20′s, but we both knew it would never work out in the long run.
I´m totally in love with this bird drawing on an old map…. I´d even take it unfinished like this!
By: Mark Powell
” Some of your work incorporates birds. Is this for any reason?
Yes – the birds represent freedom and a flight path.“
While my disease I caught in Asia is slowly disappearing, emotions are taking over instead and I find myself in a place I didn’t expect to be at this point.
I was meant to be watching the pink dolphins jump in the water in front of me while I sip fresh fruit juices in south Laos. I was meant to be trekking through the rocky mountains of Nepal. I was meant to be discovering the perfect beaches of the Philippines.
Instead I’m back in Europe; instead I’m back home at mom’s house. I wasn’t supposed to be back until at least autumn. Maybe even next year!
I don’t have any plans here, and while having no plans is ok when you’re on the road, it’s not accepted when you are home. Here you must have a plan – are you getting a job? will you finally study something? are you staying in Sweden or going back to London? are you getting a flat? are you staying this time?
I think about those things but I think mostly of what my next travel destination will be. Cuba? Mexico? Back to Asia?
I feel bad, my friends and family are excited about having me back and they want me to stick around. But I can’t help it, I’m a traveller, and a real traveller never stop – the restlessness you feel when not on the road, it’s not something you can cure, it’s not something that passes, it never goes away.
So where to next? Well, London next week and then straight to France and Belgium!
This is our little yellow country house. I absolutely love it here. We’re so lucky with the weather which, in Sweden, makes all the difference – sun, blue skies and it’s not too hot nor too cold. It’s perfect.
I sit out in the sunshine every morning for my breakfast. I listen to the birds and I watch the cats trying to catch them (which they never do).
I read books and I eat. One thing I miss a lot while living far too many years with shady kitchens is baking, so I’ve been doing a lot of that too. Then eating way too much of it afterwards…
I take the bike through the forest down to the lake, where everything is still and quiet. I’m too chicken to swim in the cold water but I love just sitting there and being amazed at the perfection of it all.
I’m one lucky person right now.
Me and my brother share the little house next to the big house and I got the best view from my bedroom window.
My brother’s 20th birthday and we ate cake which I had baked.
The night skies are just stunning… The sun don’t go far at night and not for long – this is 10pm.
If there is one thing that’s going to speed up my recovery, it’ll be the fresh air from this beautiful place.
The other day I took a scissor and cut off my hair! Something I’ve always wanted to do.
The trip started in Burma, with my old friend M who lives in Shanghai these days, and her friend Mike. We started in Yangon and travelled north and I didn’t have a clue what to expect, truth is I didn’t know anything about the country when I got there.
I loved it though, the people are the nicest you’ll meet and there’s something about the place that you just like.
After Burma I spent a whole month going from beach to beach in Thailand. Railay beach on the Krabi side, Koh Pagnan on the east side, and finally Koh Chang when my beautiful mother came to visit!
Koh Pagnan is so far my favourite Thai island, with stunning beaches and laidback lifestyle.
The plan after Thailand was Cambodia but I changed my mind when I heard how hot it was going to be, so I booked the cheapest ticket I could find online and ended up in Kuala Lumpur. I didn’t know what to expect from this country, I knew very little about it, but I was pleasantly surprised. I met a great group of people who I travelled with for some time and Malaysia turned out to be my favourite country in SE Asia!
Once again I booked the cheapest ticket I found online and this time ended up in Indonesia. From Jakarta I travelled east to Yogjakarta, from there to the Bromo and Ijen volcanoes which was my highlight of the entire Asian trip – amazing… Then left Java on a boat to Bali and stayed in Ubud for a week before heading to Lombok and later the Gili islands.
30 days in this country is not enough, there’s still so many things I want to see and do here so I’ll definately come back soon!
I went back to Thailand to celebrate Vesak in Chiang Mai. 2 weeks in Chiang Mai and in Pai, I met some awesome people in these two places and was surprised how different northern Thailand is to the south.
Maybe it doesn’t really count as I was sick 7 days out of 8 in this country and didn’t get to see more than the boat trip on the Mekong. The plan was to stay for a month and even though I don’t have a great first impression, I will come back here one day soon.
It’s been an amazing 4 months in Asia and I wish it didn’t have to end like this. I didn’t have an end-date but I would’ve been away for at least another month or so before taking a break.
I don’t want to get to the point of travelling when you stop appreciating what you see; I prefer to travel often than being away for a very long time. So I guess I’m going to have to start planning my next trip when I get back home!