I am in love with elegant things lately, which is a switch for me--I'm usually much more whimsical and ooh, that'll look interesting on the wall or hanging from that random hook on the ceiling or pasted onto my blue blue blue IKEA wardrobe.
Recently, though, I love smooth lines and gentle curves, dark colors and stainless steel. Which is why, when I stumbled across these espresso cups while salivating over espresso machines that cost more than a month's rent and which I will never ever be able to afford, I stopped. And drooled a little. And sighed, and brought out my wallet, and bought them, because. They are so damn beautiful.
Unfortunately, there are multiple lines by that same design company, which means multiple opportunities for me to feel depressed about life in general and solve said depression by indulging my glassware habit.
Speaking of habits and indulgence, my
spn_j2_bigbang story has gone off in a totally unanticipated and very strange direction. I'm not sure whether I want to leave it there or wrangle it back on track. I still have time to write myself into a corner and then backtrack, so for now I'll leave it and see what happens. God, I love writing.
Recently, though, I love smooth lines and gentle curves, dark colors and stainless steel. Which is why, when I stumbled across these espresso cups while salivating over espresso machines that cost more than a month's rent and which I will never ever be able to afford, I stopped. And drooled a little. And sighed, and brought out my wallet, and bought them, because. They are so damn beautiful.
Unfortunately, there are multiple lines by that same design company, which means multiple opportunities for me to feel depressed about life in general and solve said depression by indulging my glassware habit.
Speaking of habits and indulgence, my