Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Treewow O - A Tree House of Curved Round Roof by MONOARCHI

Barbie knows that things aren’t always as they seem and that goes for dreamhouses too. Here’s a dreamhouse that captures the spirit of a treehouse while remaining quite different in form.

Treewow O - A Tree House of Curved Round Roof by MONOARCHI




Located  at the foot of the Siming Mountain in Yuyao, China. The tree house is located on the west bank of the lower stream of the river near a village. The mountain peaks provide a pleasant and calming atmosphere. The structure is comprised of three non-concentric circles that rest atop each other and form a irregular fibonacci spiral. Steel trusses support the roof and walls of the curved eave. The inside opens up for the inhabitants to take in the view of the mountain.










Would you love to stay in this dream house?


Barbie would.

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Monday, August 5, 2019

The Window House

Saving money is one of Barbie’s favorite things to do... while looking fabulous and impossibly chic. Here’s a dream house that repurposes and saved the owners a bit of money. 

The Window House




The Window House is a glass cabin that is set in the mountains of West Virginia. The Owners & Architects, photographer Nick Olson and designer Lilah Horwitz, constructed their dream retreat out of discarded windows that they repurposed. It’s a that has a creative exterior comprised of windows of varying size and shapes which provides an artistic flair that showcases both rustic and modern styles while remaining frugal within the couples budget.










Could you envision yourself in such a creative home away from home?

Barbie could!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Line



There are lines you say because you are trying to say what is right according to everyone and the rules of society around you. Then of course, there is "the line" which is the thing you always wanted to say or do and it's the most authentic thing because you sincerely mean it, even if it's just something cheesy you say to break the ice. There's a lot of things people don't say when they get the chance. Someone asks me why? I don't know.  Human nature is really an interesting thing.

A quick digression...  I heard a story many years ago about a man that spent many years almost saying something to a woman he adored, but he would back out every time it would look as though he might. The man was someone rarely at a loss for words, yet he would get tongue tied and walk away. I'm not sure what he was afraid of. But I always wondered if he'd say the words. In my imagination she adored the man and felt the same so just maybe he'd say how he felt. Well when I began this idea, it started very differently and remained unwritten for quite a while... until now.

Yes, I've been writing and editing again, in character, which is really crazy & fun because there is a lot of light-hearted in addition to a lot of darkness. I'd like to release some books this summer and more this year. Maybe even this one, it's from Unwritten...

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.



Line
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says. After waiting nearly an hour from across the midsummer garden, he managed the courage to approach me.

With a smile and giggle, I nod encouraging him to speak but he seems discouraged.

“That didn’t work, did it?” Putting his head down, he starts to leave.

“Oh, but it did. You have my attention." I smile and reach for him to stay.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that to you.”

“Really. Were you were afraid?”

“Yes, I was afraid.”

“Afraid of me? Or what I might say?”

“Afraid of us and what we could become. Or that you’d laugh at me because you’d think it was just a line to get to you.”

“I did laugh. What does it matter if I think it is a line? Maybe I do.”

“You think I’m being insincere.”

“That’s not what I said. There is nothing wrong with telling a girl a line. It's as though you are knocking on her door or calling on the phone.”

Leaning in, he curiously asks, “Well, are you inviting me in? Or taking my call?”

Whispering in his ear, “I haven’t hung up or sent you away. Sit with me.” I motion him to sit with me on a bench.

“You’ve given me more than I could have expected.” He says blissfully as he sits next to me.

“Is this how you hoped it would go?”

“I couldn’t hope. To have any would have been to assume there was a possibility. I could only dream of such a thing.”

“To dream of possibility can be risky...” I wink and touch his hand.

Touching my hand back, he looks into my eyes and pauses before starting again. “The only danger in my dreams was that you might break my heart. These dreams I have are filled with a world where your eyes are the stars that guide me through the darkness and the people worship nightly when they twinkle.”

"My devoted admirer, you must be careful of placing me on a pedestal too high. You may never be able to reach me."

“You have my heart and you are my stars. I’ll find a way to reach you; Learn how to fly to be with you. What do you say?”

“Stay, I’ve always felt the same about you. Please tell me more.”

Friday, July 12, 2019

Mirrorhouse by XTEN Architecture

It’s not what you see, it’s how you see it. Barbie knows that if you don’t love what you see in the mirror you’ll always be comparing yourself to others. Here’s a dream house that lets its beauty speak for itself. 

Mirrorhouse by XTEN Architecture




The Mirrorhouse is located in Beverly Hills, California with a stunning view that extends from Downtown LA to the Pacific Ocean. The architectures wanted to design “a simple, rational house that accentuates and amplifies the connection to the exterior” while complimenting the lifestyle that makes the LA are unique.











Do you see the beauty reflected by this dream house?
Barbie does. 
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Love Songs



Writing love based things seems so far removed from who and where I currently am... although I’m sure that there’s more in me. I’m currently writing something new and quite dark between editing. It’s been a minute but from what I recall, relationships are tricky things.

I love to see love and do my best to avoid seeing cheap imitations of it, as opposed to wishing it could be unseen. I’m happy for my favorite kens & dolls who are involved as much as when I’m involved. Typically I’m very protective of love affairs because it takes a small amount of interference to break things apart. Quite possibly there’s always a different plan for your life if you don’t end up with a certain person... there are other things to focus on that may lead you to the right person, if you let it happen. 

Do you ever assume your story or a chapter in your life is over when ends up different than you imagined? It’s a foreign concept because it’s not something I ever pondered. It would require never moving on to learn or have new experiences. To me, life is Unwritten... Which is oddly enough the title of my next series/book. 

Its been a couple years and I still don’t miss the musicians but I do miss my friends, the music & finding more time to create with words... so I wrote something about sharing those songs we love. 


Enjoy!
Kisses, m. 


The Mixtape 

Click, wiss, whir, whinChipmunk voices. Click. Repeat.

don’t how the cassette deck in this car still works but it does. 

It doesn’t sound like the most humane thing but somewhere between the desert and the San Jacinto Mountains we lost the radio and phone signals. 

“Can you believe they still make these?” he says pulling the cassette out of the cars deck. The label is pulling off the corner and I can just make out the words ‘Day Mix’ before he sets it down.

“I can’t believe you kept some mixtapes. I thought they were…”

All playlists or mix CDs. Nah, some of these had the best night music.” 

Quickly rifling through the tape case he grabs one labeled ‘love songs’ and shakes it at me, before pushing it into the deck. “This one here is the best for driving at night.”

The otherworldly falsetto of an Antony and the Johnsons track fills the warm air of the night. Our two headlights are the brightest thing on the horizon while the color blue blankets the hills around our small car. 

“So you still…”

“Make mixtapes? I was waiting for you to catch that. Mostly mix CDs and transfer them to cassette sometimes. It gets harder to find the tapes.”

“It’s nice to be here, with you like this. The last time we were together...”

I’m always too busy. I’d apologize but…”

“You don’t have to, we’re here now. Do you have that one song on here?” 

“You remember?”

“Yes. You stuck it on all your “love mixes.” 

Click, wiss, whir, whinClick. wiss, whir, whin. Click.

“Crying… over you…” Roy Orbison echoes out into the night. 

“We don’t have to listen to this.” 

“Oh we have to listen to something.”

Shaking the case, I tell him, “Dealer’s Choice.”