Chaise Longue. It is such an important and expensive piece of furniture that you have to write it with Capital Letters. Always.

I go to designschool, yes I do, and fill my days with naught and ponder. Finally, though, after a slohow beginning, sprinkled with a shiny lack of carpentry skills amongst my fellow ponderers, school actually kicked off. Tomorrow I’m celebrating the matter by redecorating my apparment. If you have seen it, which most of you haven’t, you would know how riddiculous of a task it is, but I fail to falter.

I am designing a long chair, did you know. I feel all grown up, being able to bullshit my way through a presentation. Or.. I always have, but now I do it well. And I have taken one step up my spiral stair, with no longer taking shame in my crappy sketching; merely recognizing that I will never be good at sketches, and that I thus should waste my time on other medias.
Such as cardboard. Whenever I spend my school days on the floor with scissors and glue I return to my happy youth, and my firm believe that designschool is nothing but a grown-up, oversized kindergarten. Let’s all hold hands and sing a song, shall we?

If it weren’t for my irradical, overall disinterest in everything, I would be on fire right now. But oh well. This was nothing but a hello, and a tribute to Chaise Longue. Another design process started, and if a lot of complaining follows in the nearby future, just take it as good progress. If nothing happens to follow, just take it as really good progress. What do the mysterious They say?

No news is good news?

Let’s see.

[and I feel you should know that my blog-providing-piece-of..-of..-uselessness is still tilting, which results in you not being able to see my blog in explorer, and me having no control over typography anymore, aargh...]