Saturday, February 23, 2013
We're still living in box city following our recent(ish) move, so I've taken to focusing only on this alcove in the living room when I need to not freak out about how much unpacking I somehow have left to do. It is my happy place.
Apart from being the only semi-sorted zone in the whole flat, it houses some of my favourite things: my For Like Ever poster (yes, it's ubiquitous now, but I still adore it. And I had it first), a posy of fresh flowers, and my latest and most awesome furniture acquisition.
This here is my mid-century modern G-Plan sewing cabinet, and houses a fully working sewing machine that hides behind the door on the right when not in use and swings up through a hole in the top when required.
It's basically a Transformer. That's right: THERE IS A TRANSFORMER LIVING IN MY HOUSE. Child-me and grown-up me are so impressed right now.
You can just see the seam of the false lid on the right in this photo.
The telly is in the alcove at the other side of the fireplace, but this corner is getting all the attention, even from Himself.
Although he did comment at one point: "I never thought I'd have granny furniture in my house". What a heathen.