Pretty much every time Charlie goes away, I have an irresistible urge to transform the flat. He normally comes back to an entirely different set up. Hence, he has gone to Hamburg for the week and I am filled with shifting thoughts. It’s all of my effort to prevent myself cutting this blog post short and getting to it. I have warned Charlie of my desires/intentions, and he cited the issue of Francois’s potentially disturbed sun Feng Shui as a reason to not change the set up. In the next breath he says his life will not be determined by a cat (re: moving abroad/to a different flat). There are clear and obvious holes in his argument. Therefore, I think I am about to embark on a shift. I am concerned about the dreaded wires, but I’m positive that myself and F can muster the energies to lift the massive table.
Whilst thinking about work today, I thought about how amazing a work space could be…
Starting with 1891 design by C.F.A Voysey of gulls on a rolling sea, for my walls:
The Desk. Something a bit vintage, a bit modern and with plenty of leg swinging room:
Fan, because it is so steamy hot at the moment. Embrace and sing Kate Bush songs into fan when bored:
A globe, preferably with both a light and some gin inside. Subtle/stylish:
Chair, complete with crucial spinning ability. Not sure if this one also has a tilt – a feature I am unsure about due to its unpredictable nature:
All (bar wall fabric) SVPPLY
Now, sleeves rolled up… and here we go.