to the woods

Dearest ______,

Whenever we feel like we’re in a rut, we always think of running to the woods. Not so much because we are an outdoorsy lot (we are not, really) but only because trees are the best companions when it feels like rain.

With our neuroses churning out more episodes than the BBC, we’ve often thought of how nifty it would be to bring the woods right into our own backyard. Apparently, we are not alone in thinking this:

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“The Woods” (Norway)
Exquisite hand- blown glass sculptures by StokkeAustad and Andreas Engesvik design studios. (Photo from StokkeAustad, edited to taste)

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Bauhaus- looking 3D- printed chess set which doubles as a collection of small planter boxes by XYZ Workshop (Australia).

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future in furniture

Dearest ______,

After living in my apartment for around four years now and going to this nearby mall more times than that, it was only recently when I discovered one particular shop’s mezzanine floor housing reasonably- priced alternatives to (and “inspired” by) pricier designer furniture.

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The prices were very tempting, but the simple fact of currently not owning any actual piece of real estate within this part of the world immediately stopped me from actual procurement. “How ever shall we lug these pieces every time we have to move?”

It did not, however, stop other simpler fancies:

“When we have our own place in the future, what pieces of furniture should we buy?”

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the forgotten

Dearest ______,

I am fascinated by old furniture in random places and states of discard.

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You know me- I am all about stories. And if there’s something that’s as telling as a real gossip monger, that would be the pieces of furniture quietly set in the background of life’s everyday scenes.

They are the inconspicuous audience to whom the domestic dramas of our daily existence unfold.

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Say, if you look closely at some couches at the trash heap, they might mock you with knowing sighs.

They have been forgotten, but most of them never really quite forget.

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Love,

Karlita

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