MINIMALISM.

Greetings from the middle of nowhere.

Okay, I exaggerate, but not by much. My new housemate once in possession of our collective monies decided to panic and ignore all advise from professional architect and avid pinterestor yours truly, and signed us down to a 4 month sentence of hard commute with no chance of parole in a middle aged neighbourhood! 

There are no gyms, no chain stores (I dunno how I'm going to cope without my saturday Tusky's vanilla muffin), poor network reception, the last taxi stage is like a 10 mins bike ride away... along a feeder road (!), and the straw that broke this camel's back; there no carpentry shops!

How am I supposed to supervise the making of my masterpieces that will become heirlooms once I leave this mortal coil if the carpentry place is not within walking distance???

On raising my concerns with housemate dearest he texted back, "Chill that DIY crap of yours, we should get leather sofas. I think there's a place along Jinja road with a set for 3.6m ..."

That text alone (3.6m!!! Leather???) sent me online to soothe my frazzled nerves. 

I have to convince him to see the error of his ways. I have to. I mean, have you seen those sofas? They always make me think of the strain on shirt buttons when someone has over eaten. These on the other hand ...

In a perfect world, this is how my new home would look like. Neutrals - Black+White, natural wood, chrome.

And upon getting more money I'd upgrade to this. Clean lines, earth tones, clutter free.

Curves can complement lines without being clunky. I can deal with this.

-Ditto-

And if I must go the plush  furniture route, I'd want the pitstop to be this white quilted lounge.

Clean lines, natural fabrics and natural palettes are so underrated! The first is my favourite. It looks good, seems to have great ergonomics vis-à-vis back support, AND appears easy to clean!

Also I must say it matches my stackable beds (which will be debuted here soon as my room is blog worthy) and, I can't emphasise this enough, what you see is what you get! None of that nonsensical saw dust stuffing and rotten wood frames disguised by great upholstery you get with most Ugandan Carpentry shops. I think this is the reason I'm averse to arm rests. So I just have to convince my dear new housemate that I know best.

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Ah, Life. Thine sense of humour is unmatched!

Hey guys,

So remember that time I handed in my resignation letter so I could focus on my personal pursuits like blogging and graphic design and all? And then proceeded to go off the radar for weeks on end? Yeah, that time.

I became an aunt to the cutest baby that ever was and ever will be. And then proceeded to get freaked out by what her presence in my life entails vis-a-vis souls/reincarnation/pre-destination before her dad (my brother told me I'm being weird)

Well, I’d barely put up my legs with remote in hand and a stack of dvds begging to be watched when a friend called with this unturnable-down offer! So much as I wanted to lounge and be my own boss, I decided to go in for the interview, see what it was about and maybe start part time work in a month after getting my affairs in order, you know, for the financial security and such. Poor little delusional me. The reason the offer was irresistible is because they were swamped! I started work then and there! Never mind about part timing and all!

So yeah, there you have it. I’ve become a desk monkey again and this time I can’t even think of leaving cuz gosh, I’ve made such major moves lately that not having a regular cash flow would be the worst kind of slow suicide I could commit.

Being October, work or no work, the girls and I weren't about to let the one night a year that we can dress up like total sluts and no other girls can judge go by unacknowledged. So we slapped on some makeup and hit the town!
(*side bar - I DIY'ed the witch's hat from plastic bags and bond paper. I'm supposed to be a cross between Professor McGonagall and lady Stoneheart in case you couldn't tell)

But fear not, I’m going to figure this out, this balancing thing I mean. Going to pick a leaf from the most hardworking woman in the biz, Kim Kardashian (haha, I kid.) songstress, designer, #thuglifer, muse, producer, weedlover, globetrotter, actress, (she was in This is the End, you guys) and all round awesome 24 year old Riri and multitask this b*tch called the quarter life crisis into submission! I mean if she can sell out stadiums while partying all night, designing for RiverIsland, producing StyledToRock and keeping Melissa and half of Barbados in honest employment then surely I can keep my 8 to 5, blog, workout, and get my design firm off the ground without dying of exhaustion!

When I'm not working or being Aunt Awesome or partying, I'm house/furniture hunting! Mehn, October has been like being run over by a freight train and now the holiday season is upon us!

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The dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

You know those moments when you feel things so strongly that you get frustrated words aren't enough to do those feelings justice? Well, I stumbled upon the link to the dictionaryofobscuresorrows and believe you me, words aren't enough but these sure come close.

In no particular order (except that in which I copied and pasted them onto here) I present some of my favourites. You're welcome.

vemödalen

n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.

vellichor

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

Rückkehrunruhe

n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.

adronitis

n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over

silience

n. the kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious quality, accidentally overlooking buried jewels that may not be flawless but are still somehow perfect.

catoptric tristesse

n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.

I could go on and on...you guys, this tumblr is gold! GOLD I tell you, go over there already and feel better that someone understands EXACTLY how you feel about certain things!

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LIFE

So I recently took a big step in this cycle called life. I handed in my resignation letter. With nary a safety net but my hopes and dreams. So lets see how that turns out.
Til then, I leave you with an excerpt from Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar" illustrated by Gavin of ZenPencils.

Pick a fig guys, any fig, just don't watch indecisively as they wither and drop! Catch you on the other side!

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