inside the purple door

i missed my childhood room. and since i badly needed a vacation, i decided to come home to my parent's house and hibernate inside my lalaland. my little piece off heaven. coz nothing bad ever happens in here.

so come on... step inside the purple door with me...

the gateway

my thinking corner, where all dreams are made

my shelves overflowing with books and magazines
(one day i will have my own private library where i can stow all these)

my guilty pleasures: rowling and kinsella

i have a thing for dolphins that's why i have a dolphin night light

oh, how i miss my beach bum days...

i love this mug so much that i'm scared to use it for my morning coffee

my trusty magic 8-ball that answered a lot of questions:
from dreams, to crushes to jobs (!)

i love stuff hanging from the ceiling

my dad's old night light from the 70's...

yes, i have a working disco ball in my room

i always wanted these curtains since i was little...

my antique dresser inherited from my grandma...

i have three closets to house all my girly-ness
(paint scratches courtesy of my dog, jet-ski)

1/8 of my shoe collection
(these are the ones i use on a lazy day)

my "media center" with all my unwatched dvds
(i intend to watch all of them today)

wind chimes to greet the summer breeze...

my grandmum always told me that happy bedsheets = happy dreams.
she gave me this floral bedsheet that reminds me of the wallpaper
inside quaint little parisian coffeeshops.

forgive me, but i will laze the whole day.