a place to call home!

Glass… Stone… Granite… A little dark wood… Smooth edges… Earthy... Minimalist… Lots of space… Black… White… Grey… Clean… Comfortable… Home!



It does seem like the “in” thing these days, but I’m drawn to the theme. My parents’ house, the house I live in right now, is quite eclectic—bad eclectic. Well, there’s nice eclectic where it’s a mix of different cultures and colors, but there’s something that ties everything together. Our house is a mix of artwork from different times, different artists, and different mediums from paintings to figurines. Heck, even the Christmas figurines aren’t kept. No two sets should stay in the same room, but they all do. We have so much stuff piled up from Chinese porcelain to exquisite stained glass figurines to Victorian glass designs. There’s just too much of everything.

Now, the whole house is basically shades of brown and white inside, but there’s this one wall of blocks of stone that are different shades of grey. It’s a nice wall, but definitely out of place. The bathroom upstairs is blue and white; it used to be beige and white. My brother painted his room downstairs blue and orange when he moved in. Talk about out of place!

As for organization, there’s a complete lack of it! My mom’s a packrat. She keeps everything from old magazines to used disposable utensils. Boy, you can just imagine what else she keeps! She kept all the display stuff from her old boutique. We have 2 sets of sofas in the living room, a huge Chinese chest that we haven’t opened nor used. I could go on forever… We should auction some of this stuff; however my mom doesn’t want to. She says she saved all of it so we can have them when we have our own houses. Our eldest sister lives in part of old Manila house our grandmother left our mom and her siblings—she got a rattan living room set, but that’s all. My other sister rents an apartment with husband and son. She doesn’t have anything from this house and refuses to get anything since it’s a small house. My brother lives with us… No one else to take from the stash, but me when it’s my turn to leave the house. Hey, my mom has really nice stuff… The only problem is things don’t go together… My house is just going to be simple.