Welcome to the very first installment of ‘A Life Curated’. It would be super easy for me to make this ‘lil feature all about outlandish, crazy-talk day dreams of living in a $1m mountain villa in California, hob nobbing with imaginary celebrity pals and hanging out in fancy bars decked out in the finest couture. I’ve decided instead though, to daydream in a semi-realistic way! This life is ‘curated’ keeping financial constraints, my actual job, where I might like to end up on my wiggly career path and my real-life interests in mind. I can also assure you that with my practically see-through blue-ish skin and pot belly (size varies), I probably wouldn’t fit in too well in LA! I can see you furrowing your brow. You’re thinking, “Well, now. With the world as your oyster and the internet at your fingertips, why be a party pooper and choose not dive right in to Carrie’s Pretend Life on imagination hyperdrive?” Well, y’see… I like to think that maybe these slightly different, slightly more exciting versions of my life aren’t completely out of the question, I guess.
Right now, I can’t get London Town out of my head. Until recently, I had no desire to relocate, no real desire to set up home somewhere else. Heck – moving to the east side of the city was a big enough leap for me! But lately? I’ve fallen out of love with Glesga Toon a wee bit. Were I to pack my bags right now and head off on an adventure – this is (roughly) where I’d end up…
The very idea of live/work makes me feel giddy. Imagine! A combined live/work space! Now – I’m not coo-ing over the notion of working on the computer from my living room sofa or managing an online store from the kitchen table – I mean effectively integrated yet well defined live/work space. Better still, imagine how inspiring it would be to set up home and studio in a community of likeminds. Some people might shudder at the thought of setting up life in an industrial building with a bunch of photographers and film makers, but for me, this is an exciting prospect and one that’s appealing to me more and more. Beardy would have a cordoned off area for his photography work. I’d create a little sewing station. I’d have a proper desk and proper shelves to store my notebooks. I’d make a giant pin board wall for all my pretty papers and most-loved objects. I’d…. I’d…. !
Openplan living isn’t really something I’ve hankered after. I do enjoy little nooks and crannies to hide away in when I need a quiet moment – and, I’m pretty sure that Beardy could do without overhearing my renditions of Patsy Cline numbers as I perform infront of the mirror of an evenin’. The thought of eating and sleeping in the same space gives me the heebie jeebies. Let’s face it, I like to leave my dinner time washing up until breakfast time next day and I don’t fancy snoozing with the whiff of baked beans on toast (for this is, of course would be my staple meal as a Londonite!) floating round. But – all that said, these are some of my very favourite live/work properties – most of which DO have perfect nooks and delightful crannies perfect for for singing in, writing things down in and eating biscuits in.
To wham dreams up a notch and look at slightly grander (and not really that realistic at all) prospect, I’d be up for the challenge of sprucing this baby right on up there… A lick of paint, a couple of partition walls, a bit of insulation – Beardy and I would be rockin’ and rollin’ all over this warehouse given half a chance! Not only would we each have a dedicated work ‘wing’ at either end of the property, but our living space would be big enough to host a regular barn dance!
I think I’d like this funny little raised area to be my office. I’d paint up the stairs and colour the window frames bold and bright. I’d dedicate a whole area of the office to storing the typewriters I’ll buy up from flea markets and car boots. Oh and I’ll create a special library dookit where I’ll catalogue stacks and stacks of magazines.
One day… One day.
(Images by Spaced Up)