Living out of a suitcase fairly consistently for the last few years has somewhat fuelled my desire to call someplace home and my own. Not having lived at home in NZ for a while means I have almost nothing to fill a home...so begins the second hand furniture shopping. I have been collecting stools over the last few weeks, the more roughed up and used, the better. I love how a simple stool can make a room looked lived in and welcoming without dominating space. I stack books up on the white one and prop up a mirror on the wooden peg-leg one.
