Dolly

The second love of my life ;)

This morning I woke up to an email from my design professor. My most recent project, a Vera Wang showroom, was chosen to be archived. This will be my second design project to be archived and I am so humbled.
My basis for the showroom was the signature Vera Wang bow (typically lavender) which ties around the waist. It is minimalistic and chic, and I adore her simple taste. I recreated an abstracted version of this bow with a lavender structure made out of corian which embraces the showroom walls and protrudes out into the corridor. White pearls cascade down from the ceiling and are back-lit from above.
The desk in the showroom's office mimics the abstracted bow. It begins on a custom storage unit and after becoming the task desk the corian flows towards the ground and becomes a recessed element in the terazzo. The structure is both elegant and simple- made of only one material.
The showroom was the first real projection of myself and my idealogy of 'good' design. I am finally developing the true mind of a designer- of an innovator.

The house creaks as the wind blows strongly outside. The day is moving slowly, and I am enjoying the silence of home. It has been awhile since I have come home to visit; particularly overnight. My room looks the same as I had left it- books on the bed, and dresser drawers still opened.
I slept in my own bed again last night, but it wasn't as I had imagined it to be. I wasn't comforted by the large pile of blankets towering on me, nor the cold of my cotton pillowcase.
I realize that my home is meant to be somewhere else, or so, with someone else. Although I love visiting home, surrounded by my family and the familiarity, I am in some sense discontent.
It is unusually hard to pin down what I am feeling, but I know I am dealing with the thought of moving out in my head. I can't see myself spending my nights here for a long period of time. When I am with Jim, I feel content- I feel at home. I belong with him, whispering goodnight into his ear night after night. I want to lay against his body, as his warmth guides me to sleep. I am beginning to see my new home with him, as a family of our own.

Finally, this week is coming to an end. It has been drawn out far too long, especially with the dreary weather.
After tonight's last mid-term, I will be going home for our one and only day of 'fall break.' Quite ridiculous, but I am happy nonetheless, even if I can only spend one day with my family.
And Jim has also planned something for us to do together this weekend! He is so sweet, always trying to keep me happy (which he does so well). I know it will be wondrous because we will be together :)

     I am watching the clock move both hands steadily towards that overwhelming 12. Although I would rather be sleeping, it is moments such as these- when my eyes are too tired to open fully and my body aches- that I feel alive. This week is just another test to see if I can be successful. I am competing against myself, against my previous will. I have so much more in me. I am designing beautiful spaces and impressing my professors, classmates, and myself for once.
    I am not intimidated in the least.



I have been listening to this on repeat since I started studying hours ago.

   Our weekends are always too short. As we wake in the morning, my heart aches knowing we will soon part. Our bodies are still warm under the covers and I long to have just a few more hours. I will never give these moments up- his tenderness as he turns to kiss me, his arms pulling me closer.
    Knowing these moments will soon happen again is the only strength I have to leave. We are together even when we are apart, for I am part of his being as he is mine.
    Since our relationship began I have always been weary of him leaving me. I realize that he has never wronged me, that every concern I have is against myself. He is perfect- determined to see us last. He reassures me although he has no need to.
    I want this life with him, I long to be his forever. Our lives are meant to be lived together. He posesses my heart, and I feel as if he always has, as if it was waiting for the right one to let in. I can feel the fullness of my emotions, of my expressions. He brings hope, and happiness into my world.
     There will never be enough words to describe my love for him. My passion delves to the deepest depths of his soul, and I find strength.