Sometimes I wonder where all my stuff came from and why I can’t just start all over. No, this is not a Marie Kondo infused rant about living with less, because the majority of things in my house actually do spark joy. And for the things that don’t, I am at peace with knowing that I am too lazy/broke/indecisive to Kondofy my live up to a point where everything around thrills me.
That doesn’t stop me from dreaming, though.
Like turning my house into one of those clutter-free, serene, all white walls/oak wood spaces you find in fancysmancy design magazines and all over pinterest.. That, with just a few pops of Hurlu colour.
The lamps and accessories pictured here are made from scraps of wood that otherwise would have been discarded and is made in the atelier d’eco solidaire in Bordeux.