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If I could have anything....
Apr. 2nd, 2007 03:16 amI'm watching another of my endless stream of home shows, and thinking, as usual, of what I'd want if I could have absolutely anything.
Rivendell.
No, really.
I want floors with huge, irregular flagstones. I want lots and lots of natural elements in the space: plants, fluid lines, fountains, sunlight, dark corners. I want it elegant and art nouveau, not kitchy and 70s inspired. In fact, I'd get the designers from WETA and tell them to take it even further: more whiplash lines, higher, airier.
I want a stream running through it. And a pond. Maybe even with fish in it. Maybe it could run through the garden, too.
I want privacy. I had a gentleman tell me once he wanted to live where he had neighbours, he just couldn't see them. That sounds good. I want enough land for an intricate garden, and so they can't see me, nor I them. but I want to know I'm not in the back of beyond: I need to be able to get to the store and back without having to stock provisions in the car. Enough secure space for the dog to be able to really run, but not so far in the 'burbs or beyond that none of my friends will come visit. Also? I have to be able to get sushi delivered. That's a deal-breaker, I swear.
I despise 70s colour schemes: orange with brown or brown with pink or aqua with orange or...gah. Or their circles and polka dots and faux-futuristic plastics. I hated it all the first time around, and I do not need it all back. Ever. Watching Barbarella once gets it out of my system for decades at a time, thank you.
Lots of space for books.
An enormous tub. I do not need a television in my bathroom, but oh, a fireplace might be nice.
I want to be able to hide the electronics, but I do want wireless cable, and wireless internet. I do NOT want the TV staring at me like some great, void eye when I'm not watching it.
A kitchen with chops, but which looks like a hobbit could cook there. Or a Tudor. Or maybe Elrond could whip up some pesto.
Ceiling beams. Yum.
Tall, arched windows. Some with stained glass and tracery. Skylights I can open and close, because I see this as a shadowy, cool, dark place, but I tend to change my mind on that a lot. I want trees all around, at every window, and I want to see the sunlight dappled on the floor.
Sunken rooms, multi-level floors with fluid edges.
Comfortable places to sit. Places to nap. Places to have wild carnal adventures where no one else can see or hear. Places to run to when the world gets really, really annoying. At the same time, several guest rooms for people I actually like.
Subtle lighting. Places for candles. Enough lights so that if I wanted to, I could really flood the place.
A workspace drowning in natural light, and with enough storage that even I can keep it organised-- which is saying a lot.
A roofdeck.
Ambient sounds-- birds at the feeders, wind chimes, whole-house speakers.
Windows in unexpected places.
Storage. Storage, storage, storage. Oh, and did I mention storage? Sometimes I think I could almost stay here if the space could just be managed better.
I know there'll be much more. I've been thinking about this for so very long.
So tell me: what about your secret space?
Rivendell.
No, really.
I want floors with huge, irregular flagstones. I want lots and lots of natural elements in the space: plants, fluid lines, fountains, sunlight, dark corners. I want it elegant and art nouveau, not kitchy and 70s inspired. In fact, I'd get the designers from WETA and tell them to take it even further: more whiplash lines, higher, airier.
I want a stream running through it. And a pond. Maybe even with fish in it. Maybe it could run through the garden, too.
I want privacy. I had a gentleman tell me once he wanted to live where he had neighbours, he just couldn't see them. That sounds good. I want enough land for an intricate garden, and so they can't see me, nor I them. but I want to know I'm not in the back of beyond: I need to be able to get to the store and back without having to stock provisions in the car. Enough secure space for the dog to be able to really run, but not so far in the 'burbs or beyond that none of my friends will come visit. Also? I have to be able to get sushi delivered. That's a deal-breaker, I swear.
I despise 70s colour schemes: orange with brown or brown with pink or aqua with orange or...gah. Or their circles and polka dots and faux-futuristic plastics. I hated it all the first time around, and I do not need it all back. Ever. Watching Barbarella once gets it out of my system for decades at a time, thank you.
Lots of space for books.
An enormous tub. I do not need a television in my bathroom, but oh, a fireplace might be nice.
I want to be able to hide the electronics, but I do want wireless cable, and wireless internet. I do NOT want the TV staring at me like some great, void eye when I'm not watching it.
A kitchen with chops, but which looks like a hobbit could cook there. Or a Tudor. Or maybe Elrond could whip up some pesto.
Ceiling beams. Yum.
Tall, arched windows. Some with stained glass and tracery. Skylights I can open and close, because I see this as a shadowy, cool, dark place, but I tend to change my mind on that a lot. I want trees all around, at every window, and I want to see the sunlight dappled on the floor.
Sunken rooms, multi-level floors with fluid edges.
Comfortable places to sit. Places to nap. Places to have wild carnal adventures where no one else can see or hear. Places to run to when the world gets really, really annoying. At the same time, several guest rooms for people I actually like.
Subtle lighting. Places for candles. Enough lights so that if I wanted to, I could really flood the place.
A workspace drowning in natural light, and with enough storage that even I can keep it organised-- which is saying a lot.
A roofdeck.
Ambient sounds-- birds at the feeders, wind chimes, whole-house speakers.
Windows in unexpected places.
Storage. Storage, storage, storage. Oh, and did I mention storage? Sometimes I think I could almost stay here if the space could just be managed better.
I know there'll be much more. I've been thinking about this for so very long.
So tell me: what about your secret space?