Still it's great fun to look into other peoples homes. See the things they cherish enough to display and how style changes depending on what country you live in. I like the interior designs magazines because they usually feature a home from some D-list celebrity and getting that one chance to see how they really live is interesting.
On Danish TV they go a step further as they make it a guessing game who lives there. Two people whose profession it is to analyse who buys for instance the iPhone or something else. After having had a look around their home they will guess who lives there getting a few clues on the way along with what they see. It's the kind of show I imagine my parents would watch but I really like it. Even if I have no clue who most of these "celebrities" are. Most of them are sports personalities or in politics.
Another programme we have takes us into us mere mortals homes and two real estate firms are then to look through the house after being given the information they need and guess how much the house sold for. This is also a programme my parents watch, but it's good and I like the stolen glances of their sofas and such. It's very telling.
Then of course there is reality. You are standing at a bus stop, your eyes wander and suddenly you find yourself staring into the living room of someone you don't know. It's still interesting, but not so entertaining when the owner suddenly glares back at you. Sometimes I just want to scream "get some f...... curtains then".
Welcome to Cribs: Sayhey!
Welcome to my humble (Cribtastic!) crib. We start here in my hall. It's no Dynasty hall though but it does the trick. That's a good thing because I don't need to hire all those maids. The tiny painting/print below the Herstal lamp is a Poul Pava. I like his creations because the creatures he paints always look so sad or lonely. Or both.
If we start by going to the right, we'll end up in my fabulous kitchen.
A fabulous kitchen that you might have already seen, at least bits, of. I've tried to keep it in white and blue. The blind is actually a nice blue colour (the reason why I've got it down is that the gulls and doves are using it for target practice)
Now let's check the fridge. They always do on Cribs.
In my fridge I have, from left to right, upper shelf to lower.
- pickled cucumber salad
- Santa Maria bbc sauce (there is no better)
- Heinz chili sauce
- Cheasy vanilla yoghurt
- frying oil butter combo
- whipped cream in a can
- 1,5% milk
- Heinz tomato ketchup (there is no other brand of ketchup - enough said!)
- canned pineapple slices
- Apetina salad cheese (the artist formerly known as Feta until the Greek decided to become Feta nazis)
- Cupcake face mask from Lush (in the little black pot)
- Cheasy 9% creme fraiche
- Cheasy grated cheese
- cocktail sausages
- dijonnaise from Maille
- raspberry jam
- ecological eggs
- Port Salut cheese
- chunky mushroom soup
- extra virgin olive oil
- Rose's Lime
- more milk
- a bottle of cava
- Blue Sapphire
- Bailey's mint flavour
- Blue Curacua
- raspberry Smirnoff
- white bacardi
Now let's move, shall we?
From the kitchen we go straight ahead, through the door behind the front door.
In there we find the bathroom. Small but functional. It's got a shower area behind the Mickey Mouse shower curtain but there is not much else to it. From the bathroom we take a left and go right into the living room.
Obviously decorated a bit for Christmas, but it's there. If you keep your eyes away from the windows please as one can't really look outside anyway because the window washer hasn't been here since I moved in. Oh well. That's my dining area, and if you wonder why there is an arrangement of wine and such on the round white table, it's the company Christmas present. It was nice even if the wine had screw caps on it.
Looking left instead you'll find my guest bed which is a fold out sofa. The like you might have had when you were 13. It's gray and not very pretty. Above it is the following painting.
An original someone. I'm not sure who. My drunken aunt gave it to me because she claimed I was telling her how I loved it when I was 10. I do like it though, but I have no memory of ever saying that though. Going back into the living room on the way out into the hall again you pass my sofa area.
A big 80s comfy black leather sofa and red shag (it's really neat, it's got silk, faux silk and cotton strips in it) carpet. To the left is my TV and my Nintendo Wii, DVD player and VHS player.
If I really wanted I could show you my bedroom but that's private. You've got to keep some things private afterall. Now get the hell out of my crib!
Ciao! Now let's see your Crib!