*Dribble Dribble

So, I have a rather large collection of photos, and drawings and painting and anything and everything you can think of.. I feel sorry for them... They sit there...day in, day out and never get to do anything fun. So. Here we go. I have selected only a few out of the 368 Photos currently residing in My architecture/interior folder... Of things that make me....dribble and OOoooohhh and of course.... AAAaaarrrhhhhh.
In my house, I will have glass as far as the eye can see,

And a Fred Lowen for Fler Narvik Lounge

And an Archie Shine sideboard (Actual sideboard Not pictured here..sozza broskis..)

And have a Sean Godsell inspired bathroooom...urggghhh *Dribbles

And have steps like these up to my house..

And have men who run away with my books...

And plants that grow in nooks and crannies...

And *GASP *DRIBBLE *FAINT it will have John Wardle's skylight....

And my stairs will really be bookcases

And I will have a laundry like this... tiny and impractical. For I shall never venture there to do washing, just to dribble over the white, light and wood (My three MUSTS...dribble....dribble white...dribble....woood....dribble..dribble.......drrriibbbllleeeee....lighhhtt)

And I will have a room where everything I collect lives. Stuff Harry Potter, I'll have my own damm room of requirement thank you very much. It will be an organised chaos. Which is just how I like things.

And my bedroom will look exactly like this...even with skylights above the bed so i can see the stars at night, and the sky in the morning..

Everything will be old, and white washed, and I will find another ancient french leather club chair (I had one, within reach, and when I went back to buy it..it had vanished) except it will not be as obnoxious as this one here.. he will be worn and smell like leather heaven...

And it will have secret, hidden alcoves

And it will smell like my childhood...which Lab 4 strangely smelt like for a short period... (Favorite smells: Air conditioning in my Gma's Car when it first turns on, the rain, the cement stairway at my mums work, the smell and feel of cold, fresh, morning air in valley's (or can locally be found in the morning as you step down into the garden outside my house), the smell the night I left for overseas, and hay, which reminds me of my hike pack and Howqua...)

There will be so much more...but my red chicken curry lean Cuisine is calling my name from the microwave..tooodarooo