The tan leather chair. The window. The ceiling. The floor. The non-square shape.
I have DIED! I am dead. Rest in Peace, me.
There's something about living in a teeny home that really appeals. Especially a teeny kitchen-diner, where the table has to fold out from the wall.
I Love Loft.
Aside from that cold metal side table, this is lovely. Think my bed needs a grey makeover for winter...
Ok definitely, grey it is. (That cushion and that chair though!)
I can't handle this. Someone take over please...
Tiles for miles
(OK, fair enough. I apologise for that one. But we all know you don't come here for the Pulitzer-winning words. I think I'm just going to start using song lyrics as captions.)
Happy Sunday, lovers x