///HIDES///

I've always found pleasure in perusing interior design images & experiencing such design in real life. I famously state that I would travel to a city just to stay in a particular hotel & not even bother with the city outside. I am a huge fan of hotels but since I've not the means to afford such exorbitant luxuries, I opt for the cheaper option of researching them endlessly.

As of late, I've become suddenly unhappy with the uncomfortable blandness which is my living/dining area. It currently consists of three pieces of furniture very poorly placed, everything black & white. I no longer have a desk because I somehow managed to ruin it completely upon numerous assemblage attempts. I'm not really fond of Ikea anymore anyway, it was a simple & affordable novelty four & a half years ago when I first moved to LA & needed some furniture fast. But now I've discovered the wonders of Amazon & overstock.com [& all the designer furniture stores across LA where all I can do is look]. Ikea is wonderful but its products aren't built to last & it shows. Buy there if you only need something 'in the meantime' while you save up for that Ettore Sottsass bookcase/decorative piece/room divider.

This probably isn't normal, but I just spent about two hours glorifying.. rugs, of all things. I'm tempted to use the term 'hide coverings' but that may come off as redundant when it really isn't. The site I was windowshopping on this time was that of Kyle Bunting. His rugs are sooo delicious in both color & design, I dream to afford customized ones for my living room & bedroom one day.

The monochromatic ones I picture in more muted environments like modern minimalistic loft-type spaces. Even though they are but one hue, they still have the added interest of the actual patchwork of the designs. There is a kaleidoscopic earthy toned one I can see in a southern family home or a cabin up in snowy Tahoe. Some are extravagant & exotic, fit for the expansive living room of a Sedona mansion. Others are worthy of an art museum wall, if you look at them wholly from afar they seem like abstract works of art. The green ones I imagine being perfect for a chill out garden-view sunroom, as if nonchalantly tending a pasture in the middle of your city dwelling. I'm probably brimming on being entirely too obsessed with these Bunting rugs so I'll stop here.

[& I know these ain't no five million dollar Pearl Carpets of Baroda, it's just a site I randomly chanced upon this evening which happened to be of quality. && please click on the images to enlarge, they're infinitely more tempting up close.]

///GEORGIA///

My daddy, melancholic.

I left my home in Georgia/
Headed for the Frisco bay/
Cos I got nothin' to live for/
& nothin's gonna come my way/
Sittin' on the dock of the bay/
Watchin' the tide roll away/

[I remember driving through the South Island countryside, walls of infinite green & a roof of impenetrable blue. Ethan & I had purchased a bunch of motown & golden oldie discs to keep our ears company during the long scenic ride. This song came on & you seemed pleasantly astounded but at the same time sad, like you were reminded of something deeply missed. We all sang along to the song; you, me, mama, & Ethan in a charming sort of harmony only the most close-knit of families could pull off. Music like this always seemed pretty capable of easing the tension during a petty argument. I miss you]

Mama, memorable.

He's leavin'/
On that midnight train to Georgia/
Said he's goin' back/
To a simpler place in time/
I'd rather live in his world/
Than live without him in mine/

[I actually choked with tears listening to this song right now, I didn't even realize how much it meant to me. You've been through so much, we've been through so much. I could never forget the way you sang this song. Your voice had the power to hit me just as hard as Gladys' did. Truly talented female singers have always been able to send an otherworldly shiver through my body & make little wells of my eyes. It's some indescribable yet relevant emotion I could never quite place my finger on & I'm guessing the first time I felt this was listening to you. All your favorite songs have stuck with me to this day & affect me so uncontrollably whenever I hear them. Sometimes I won't even notice a song playing & I'll get unexpectedly emotional. It'll sneak up on me, replacing or elaborating my current feeling.]

Me, meandering.

Either way I wonder sometimes/
About the outcome/
Of a still verdictless life/
Am I living it right/
Why, why, Georgia, why/

[Story of my life thus far]

///जय गुरुदेव ॐ///