Spring Cleaning: Living Room

I think this could be one of the rare occurrences when I'm actually writing something that is time-relevant. Though these photos aren't exactly fresh off the shutter (taken 2 weeks ago), here they are.

I am clueless as to what word would completely describe the experience of spring cleaning our whole apartment alone. It's not a big space, but when that space is divided into the kitchen, dining, living, bedroom, toilet, bath and laundry room, uhmmm yeah. It feels like cleaning the Versailles.

I won't go into the unsavoury details but I will say that I never thought a non-breathing thing like what's beneath my bathtub could make me cry. I started cleaning at 2:30 in the afternoon and threw in the towel at midnight. The Lights album was on loop for an almost unjustifiable number of times.  

This is nothing like what I have in mind for our white bureau (shoe cabinet in function). But because I'm still getting the stuff I want together i.e. art and other decorative things, this'll have to do. I must say, my favourites would have to be the Glasshouse candle which envelops the entire living room in the most gorgeous smell, the potted artificial plant, the HOME letters and the birdcage I got from antiquing in Leura last Christmas. I've yet gotten around to painting the last two things black or white.

I'm pretty keen about sorting out the frames for the vintage Vanity fair postcards I bought and the poster-sized replica of a Francis Bacon I got from my weekend in Tokyo!

Slightly on the defensive side but I swear, this isn't a shrine of narcissism! I'e also yet gotten around to printing less egocentric photos. 

The brown bureau (which was already in the apartment when we moved in) used to function as our Pandora's box. Just pull out any of the drawers and like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're gonna get! But after I finished spring cleaning, I wanna kiss myself in the forehead for organising every compartment well. Let me wade in pride there for a sec. Ahhhh.

My Eames chair looking all sexy.

Natural light comes in beautifully through the tall glass sliding doors we have on the left side and I wish I finished slave-driving myself before the sun set to have taken better photos. This is probably only 20% of realising my vision for our living room and I don't want to put too much pressure on myself seeing it through ASAP because that drives me click-happy on Amazon and Etsy. Blah blah blah blah. We need one more chair and a warm, fuzzy carpet to rub our feet on.

And none of you really want to see photos of the toilet and bath, right? The bedroom, albeit clean, is nowhere as photogenic as the living. Same is true for the rest of the apartment.

This summer will be all about home improvement projects (also referred to as cocooning).