Monday, January 14, 2019

Fitzroy House By John Wardle Architects

Barbie is known to appreciate street elements and artwork so much that she often fancies incorporating it into a dreamhouse... here’s a dreamhouse with cred.

Fitzroy House By John Wardle Architects

The Fitzroy House in Melbourne is renowned for the extraordinary street art that graces its walls.  Architect John Wardle and owner Pearly & Trevor appreciated area’s street art and vibrant culture so much they wanted to incorporate it in the house design so they jumped at the chance to house graffiti art pieces in this home.

Would you appreciate the aesthetic of this dreamhouse?

Barbie would!
Kisses, m.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Relax House by FORM Bureau

There’s nothing like relaxing after working a long time and Barbie often wishes more of her dolls and kens would find the time to rest. There’s no place like a dream home to relax... 

Relax House by FORM Bureau

Relax house is  located in residential Kiev and the project, implemented by Form Bureau, was inspired by a spa experience where one can relax, rest and rejuvenate.

The space is a one story structure that houses all of the necessary relaxation facilities: outdoor lounge seating areas, a sauna and additionally an open air lounge with a fair place for relaxing with guests.

Would you like to relax in this dreamhouse?
Barbie would!
Kisses, m.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

The Back House by FLOWER Architecture

Barbie is back and while she does love being away, she loves being present more. There’s nothing like coming back to a dream house! Here’s one that you won’t want to get away from! 

The Back House by FLOWER Architecture 

Located in Boulder, Colorado and designed to sit on the back half of a large property, this dreamhouse is envisioned to provide views of the Front Range and Flatirons of Boulder. Utilizing natural materials of wood and stone to integrate with metal and create a sustainable structure. The home is paired with The Pool House, a separate home with a pool on the property which is to serve as a guest house with similar interior and exterior finishes.

The Pool House

Would you love to come back to a dreamhouse like this? 

Barbie would!


Kisses, m.

Monday, November 5, 2018


You don’t have to attend every argument you are invited to. The only person you have to face, after all, is yourself. The world and people aren’t in your way. You are. Don’t stand in your own way. Try taking a breathe and try looking at things again. It’s never as complicated as someone wants you to believe. Love yourself. 

Do you view the world as against you or standing your way? Why?

Here’s one from the Immersed series.


Kisses, m.


I'm wounded. 
Body exhausted.
The day nearly stole my soul
And he demands attention. 

Eagerly waiting for me
He holds his gaze.
Too weak to refuse him
I submit.
Gently he disrobes me 
And with a nod I'm his.
Bare to his eyes. 
Open to his touch. 
Softly he massages my neck & back.
He insists upon my fulfillment. 

My body is tight.
Emotions closed off.
I'm needing release.
And he knows this. 
Tired of my excuses 
He persists.
Taking control.
The way he knows I like.
Moments of his hands press my body forward until I open up to him.

My sun kissed brown hair falls when he unravels it. 
Although unhappy with the abrupt change of color he says nothing while continuing to assert his will.
My hair falls and catches the air currents from the fan and begins bouncing like the wind has a hold.  
Gently he caresses my neck, my arms & breasts before kissing the top of my forehead. 
With a slight indication he lifts and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me down he motions to the bath. 

Quietly I draw the bathwater and wait. 
There's only still between us.
Silently he removes his clothing and reveals himself. 
His eyes look me up and down. 
Lips open with a smirk. 
Letting his fingers run across my skin he teases. 
With a quick gentleness he runs his hands up my spine, through my hair & moves my head to meet his. 
His breathing is calm and deep as he leans closer with his mouth.
With a gentle kiss, he encourages me to move toward the warm water with him.

Completely lost to my own will I hesitate.
His strong slender frame moves without mine.
In an instant he's at rest in the tub.
The gentleness of his arms insist me to join him while his eyes never break their stare.
As I follow his lead I'm lost in thoughts of the day trying to break my mind free.
Moving by his volition I untie myself from the memories that haunt.
It's only when he pulls me down to him and holds me in his arms that the day falls away. 
These feelings have never subsided.
I'm reminded how lost I am when I'm away from his arms. 
Dirty and consumed by the madness of the world. 
Found by his touch...

I'm clean.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018


You don’t fear living once you are in control of it. Unlike falling and hitting bottom in failure and having to get back up... there is no falling or hitting bottom in love. Only rising. Love elevates every part of you. When love is there you will know it. It completely hits you and you don’t have to force it or let go to feel it. It’s just there and fills you with joy and adoration. 

Here’s one about being hit with love that’s just old.

Do you fall or rise in love? 

Kisses, m.


What is it honey? Tell me about it then. Love. What about? It hits you that’s for sure. Knocks the wind out of you if you’re not careful.

Let me tell you… Loving is the easy part. The going for it that’s the tricky part. Most people won’t get close enough before backing out. How does it happen?

Well you meet someone and you find yourself getting to know each other. All too well. That’s always fun. Soon enough you can‘t stand to be apart and you start telling yourself: It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. And somehow you know you’re in too deep.

At that moment of depth you know you’ve been seduced by their charm.  The feeling you get when they’re around is overwhelming happy. There is no one else you’d rather be with. You still wonder if it was supposed to be different. Wasn’t it?

Your defenses are down. You are completely caught off guard. But that is love. And then there’s no other way it could have been. It happened when you weren’t looking. A wall you can’t get around, over, or crawl under.

Before too long comes the realization: I’m hit. This person’s love has wounded me. I’m not the same as I was.

No way it’s all a big accident and fooling is no longer an option. When you look in the mirror you know by your own reflection that it’s growing inside. Love. An emotion that can not be caged is bigger, louder and completely taking you by surprise. Standing face to face with the inevitable and its more than you care to think about.  You’re consumed with the hope that they are feeling the same.

How do you know?  My dear, you don’t. Have to believe they’re hit just like you.