I absolutely adore reading, actually (always have, as a wee girl my mum would find me reading at silly hours of the night and sitting down with a book in every corner of the house.) However, I don't seem to find much time for it lately. Bollocks, really. I should make the time. So, what I reckon I need is this print (from this clever clever ladee) on a new wall as a reminder of that old passion of mine.
Soooo, speaking of new walls, let's just have a quick look at some of the old walls I moved out of nearly three weeks ago before we move onto the new ones (see how I cunningly introduced the whole old-new house theme there.)
I took some random pics just before leaving my (tiny) apartment in the old centre of the city. Again, I haven't edited anything because I haven't managed to find the energy and time, but mainly because I cannot be arsed to.
Just noticed a bottle of plonk there. Ha.
Right, after too many promises and the inevitable telling too many lies that goes together with making too many promises... Ta-da! A couple of pics of the new place.
It is still pretty much bare, echoey, unsorted out, full of boxes and covered in loose bits and bobs.
However, I'm totally loving it and glad to be here (okay, I have to admit I have my moments and I can be a bit of an impatient control-freaky ninja.)
How do you like my metallic green loo and my make-do couch (aka inflatable mattress + old couch's cushions)? I've been told by a lovely young architect it's my own version of the Polder Sofa (Hella Jongerius' dreamy design for Vitra.) And I agree it vaguely resembles it, only home-made and crappy.
My own version of the Polder Sofa. Methinks not. But it really made me smile as I reckon my unconscious mind was putting some extra time there.
Oh yeah, another added bonus to the new apartment. Every morning, while unlocking my bike and every evening when locking it back to the rail, I'm greeted by these noisy feathery neighbours. It's quite funny, even though I know it's not personal and they're not coming to greet me; they're just after stale bread. Also, those bloody geese are pretty territorial, the buggers, so I try and appease them to avoid them waking the whole neighbourhood up.
Still, I love it and these last few days that it has been freezing (really properly freezing, no hyperbolic speech here) it's been even better, all those ducks and geese in the frosty waters.
Now, that's just got me peckish. Let's go and have some foie gras.
So this is it. Over and out Corner View for 2009. Have a good 'un and read you next year!