the threads in her head

In the 6th year of my blog, the things running through my head are less metaphors and words. I seemingly suffer from a lack of words.

There are more images in my head than words. I do learn new words, but they're words I find to describe what I want. Like kurta, a kind of long indian tunic which I am wanting to get.

I think about kitchens. I go to the shower and pause just for a minute looking at the brown cabinets and think about how brown is not my most favourite colour. I think about white modern kitchen cabinets instead. In images, not words.

Sorta like this:



I wonder if the same bright freshness can be attained with lacquered white doors - it would provide a bit more shine too - more brightness. The image looks good. I think about the purpose of a kitchen, how it would be busy, with people coming in, opening cabinet doors. I see fingerprints on the lacquered doors... not that good.

I think about what might be fun and interesting, yet still provides versatility. I think about glass doors, with metal sides (on the sides, not front for as seamless a look as possible). Bright solid coloured paper stick to the inside of the glass doors might then allow me to have white, blue, red, purple, green, yellow cabinets almost any time I want! If I was feeling extra fancy I can even put patterned paper in! Frosting the glass with frost film might add an extra dimension to it.

....

In a way, I can't wait to get my own house. Not a big one, a small one because living in a small space forces you to be more creative with what you have, rather than filling up space with stuff. And I guess I wouldn't like to clean that much.

Yet in a way, all these are fairly strange thoughts for a person just 19.

And even stranger, that the girl who loves writing is suddenly more interested in the way things look.

I blame moving house and being allowed to choose the colour for our room walls for such a change.

Still, the thoughts stay. (I am so itching to change the wall colour in my room.. back to white.)

And with it comes a bunch of other changes. The eye that has been looking at so many rooms now looks at clothes. Wonders about colour combinations.

Sometimes I can't tell if this change is good or bad. Maybe it is slightly flippant. And frivolous.

But is it really that bad to want things to be pretty?