Sneak Peek (into Hellmouth)
Time makes paupers of us all. For sooner or later, we all hear the clock strike mortage o’clock. That solemn hour at which we troop down to the bank to exchange liquidity for a hard stone pit of angst at bottom of gut.
The pit, in my case, comes with some pretty nice stuff attached. Hardwood floors. 3 m ceilings. Never been used chef’s kitchen. South west balcony. All conveniently located on top of what the cognizenti tell me is the best vietnamese kitchen in all of Stockholm.
And another nice aspect, it comes with the VERY FIRM attachement of the better man, since we have co-signed all the papers, and are now in joint debt so deep it almost looks like love. Breaking up, from now on, involves bailiffs.
But what does owning together acutally entail? Here are a few things I have noticed so far – and we’re still 2 months away from getting the key and unpacking our boxes.
-”We” are now allowed “opinions” on the wisdom of “each-other’s” purchases. Namely whether it is clever or not to buy yet another pair of shoes.
-”We” are now allowed to veto aspects of each others behaviour. Namely whether it is ok to let spikey stilletos lie around in the others unlit night-time-piss-path.
-”We” are now allowed to be frank and open with each other. Namely on whether fave bright yellow and pink rendition of last supper is ever “going to get any fucking where near “my”, oh, ok, “our” walls” or not. “We” are also allowed to glance threateningly at certain not-so-splendid-but-I-do-love-them potted plants.
…but all that is all-didely-right. For “I” am allowed to scour the webs daily for inspiration, and day-dream about folding towels, and compare endlessly, endlessly the merits of eggshell versus cream.
(And once he’s been bludgeoned with seen the pretty shoe-rack that I have my eye on, I’m sure he’ll come around to those green suede beauts with the butterflies I saw the other day. They won’t even be in the way!)
As for the blogs? You’ll find them here, here and here. And oh, there.
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I’ve been meaning to log in and say Congratulations! Also to say what a good giggle I had over your honest opinions about one another’s purchases and taste. I have recently had to let my husband know that we WILL NOT be decorating our newly purchased house in beach style. The beach is only ten minutes walk up the road, if he wants beach he can go for a walk. hehe
Apiece: Im just deeeply impressed you know how to assemble a bar-b-que. i’ll spring for your ticket if you come on over and help us put our ikea furniture together.
I love assembling ikea furniture! Give me a set of instructions and a heap of wood and screws and I can entertain myself for a whole afternoon…