my inane metaphore for the last post [something about a train] would be quite a bit more appropriate in this post.
At some point earlier today, after I’d gotten home, slept, mumbled, drooled a bit… [you know how that goes when your sick…] tried to chew off a leg, got coffee, more tissues, ect ect ect. Catching up on goggle-reader, refining it and adding a new subscription.
The Steampunk Home is my newest subscription and if I didn’t think it would flood poor Krag’s google-reader I’d have shared each and every item from this. However, I am nice, and since Krag is I do believe the only person I know of who (a) has me on their google reader and (b) might actually check it… and since (c) I know he’s wandered by my blog before… I reached the conclusion that I should just post about this here, rather than there.
For a very long time I have walked through lowes, or pier1, or wound up in some discussion or another as to what my tastes for interior design are. Well, ecclectic i suppose would be a good word. But when it really comes down to it I am a bit all over the place, as long as it blends, and looks good aestetically. I’m fine. Problem, I drift towards very expensive designs.
This particular blog/subscription I came across today “Steampunk Home” is propably the closest, most accurate, depiction of what my dream-house would, could, might, propably-will look like. With elements both industrial, modern, vintage, victorian, rennasaince, hide-aways, nooks, built-in-bookshelves, gadgets, intresting lighting. Yes, I am sure I am going into overkill road…er mode… road-kill? Gah.
Take a peek, really intresting stuff. Or not.
P.S. that was what I meant to come on to OE-Blog to post, when a train hit me, and I posted about the internet and the google-reader instead, when another train hit me and I got sucked into making and setting up a delicious account when I couldn’t find a link I wanted.
Edit: A few links I found in the Steampunk Home blog which were flat out amazing. They were a bit further back so…
Last but not least: I want these bookshelves