Basking in serenity

Dad and mum took me furniture hunting, again. Seeing no fruit for their previous effort, they took me this time to a supplier. No frills, fuss. No showroom.

From the outside. It did not look like a furniture shop. At a glance, honestly. It looked like some forsaken papan maker shop.

Once step in, we were warmly greeted and on the left and right were multitudes of cupboards to shoe racks. The ceiling has cobwebs and the floor, dusty. Dirty plastic chairs were offered to us and what look like mountains of furniture samples in photo albums, thrust into our hands.

I raised an eyebrow, held my breath. Not the kind of shop I expected.

I browse slowly through. Not bad. Not bad. I have yet to find what I wanted.

I flip and flip and in the end, with the very,very reasonable price. I settle on an English style bed and dressing table. Pure white. Happy!

Visions of roses and English gardens dance in my head. I love the romantic,rustic English style. This photo down here seems to capture a beauty I so vehemently love. Such beautiful contrast of colours.

It kinda makes you wanna kick off your shoes, lay your bare feet on the green, green grass, smell the fresh air lingered with blossomed flowers and sip on English tea. I called it, basking in serenity.

Credit goes to Lyrical Moments Photography. Amazingly beautiful.