House-hunting

The house, it's a mess. When I got home last night, a load of dirty dishes were in the sink, silently calling out to me: "Wash! Wash! Swish! Swash!" Tiny bits of crackers made a trail around the living area, much like the ones Hansel and Gretel left in the woods. A plastic hanger, the one where a school uniform hanged from that morning, lay carelessly on the floor. And on different tabletops across the house strewn about like an abstract Pollack painting were school books, DVDs, a tube of facial cream, a hair brush, a nail cutter, a plastic telephone toy, an MP3 player, etc., etc., etc.

A few years back, I would have cleaned everything up, no matter how tired I was. I would have scooped up all those whatnots, swept the floor, washed the dishes, and maybe even moved the furniture around a bit before falling mercifully into my bed. These days, I let it be. After I've put everything in its place, they'll go crawling out of their cubbyholes in a random order anyway so, why bother?

Instead of getting mad or getting frustrated, I indulged in some house-hunting therapy, thanks to IKEA!




I love, love, love this white living area. Apart from the fact that it has space for my books, DVDs, and pictures, the way it looks so clean, fresh, and organized is truly appealing to me. So very unlike our any-which-way home. Take note of the comfy laptop holder. Cutie!





I like how the dining chairs are not all matchy-matchy. Note as well the pillow carelessly placed on the wicker chair and the throw clinging to the ladderback chair.





Finally, the bedroom where I dream my dreams. My walls are actually salmon pink and My curtains have the exact same color so I suppose I'm on the right track. The see-through closet is to die for. But I wouldn't put that hunky ottoman at the foot of the bed, I'd place it in the living room in front of the sofa before the TV. Heaven!


These are from the 2010 IKEA Catalog. Why we still don't have an IKEA here is just so frustrating!


P.S. Yes, the swish swash calls did overwhelm me, and I ended up washing the dishes though I was already dead-tired. Old habits die hard!