Tuesday, 30 December 2014

So Long 2014!

2014 has been a most dramatic year for me. Personally I have achieved a lot for which I am most thankful to GOD for. I have been able to re-ignite my passion for interiors and all things decor and I have started reading books.....just for the fun of it. I now believe the saying: "a man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read". It's almost unfathomable that I have missed out on so much these past years when I preferred to watch TV instead of read. I now look forward to burying my head in the next book. A lot of occurrences have shaped our world this year, from the disappearence of the Malaysian Airlines MH 370, the emergence of ISIS, the Ebola scourge here in West Africa, the sudden slump in oil prices, civil unrests in the US and lately yet another disappeared jetliner in Asia. In all, 2014 has come and almost gone. To all my faithful readers, I promise better content and more posts in 2015. See you on the other side :-)

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Interior Designer Vs Interior Decorator

Is there a difference between interior design and decoration? Or is it just marketing techniques to attract potential customers? Many of us confuse interior designers with decorators. Let’s try to find differences between interior designers and decorators.

An interior designer works primarily with the functionality of the space, with its logic, based on the habits and requirements of the customer; works at the intersection of creativity and administration; chooses the most convenient design for the customer; develops a plan based on the environment in which the facility is located. The result of the designer is caring about the function and structure.
A decorator selects furniture, accessories, art objects. He is responsible for the final look and feel of the interior; interested in the aesthetic value of the interior and the integrity of its perception.
So who do you need while remodeling the residential or commercial space?
First you need to understand that, interior designers and decorators work in the same field, and create beautiful and functional spaces, not replacing, but complementing each other. Yet if you are planning any structural changes (remodeling, moving plumbing and lighting sources, the replacement coatings and the like), the interior designer is the best choice.
If you need assistance in selecting the style, choice of finishing materials, furniture, lighting and accessories, you need a decorator.
However, the project designer will also pick prototypes or original furniture, make coloristic map of the interior, but still the best solution is an invitation of a decorator, who will deliberately choose shades of color, decoration items, fill the details, without which the interior will not be interesting.
As a rule, the designer combines work with that decorator, but in it often turns out that the work on the creation of interior finishes simultaneously with the completion of repair works, when the main work of a decorator is just beginning.
Courtesy Interiorholic

Friday, 12 September 2014

I died (Short Story)

You all have read about me.  You know my story. You have heard various versions of how strange men bombarded our school; commando style and stole us like common rams while we screamed helplessly. What you don't know though is that since the 28th of April I have stopped living.

Four days before then they threw us in the back of a van and drove far into the night for what seemed like eternity. As we had all been blindfolded, it was difficult knowing who had been unlucky enough to share in this fate. Our abductors had sworn to punish us with instant death if we cried too much.

We must have travelled for more four hours when the van carrying us eventually pulled up and several footsteps began to head in our direction as if in anticipation of our arrival. We were hurriedly herded out like sheep and I was locked in a tiny room without windows and with a pit latrine right in the middle! I cried my eyes out till I ran out of tears and my head hurt. I later discovered my room mates to be two other girls, Rakiya and Deborah.
Deborah's case was particularly sad as she actually had no business in our school that evening. There was a woman who sold mouth watering Tuwo Shinkafa right by our school gate and every evening would slash her prices in half to attract young children going home from their parents farms. Deborah had been lured by her Tuwo when the beasts struck!

We were fed once a day with half cooked millet and water and weren't  allowed to step outside. On the fourth day of our abduction, our jailer Rago, as we'd named him (as he bore no small resemblance to a ram) threw the door open and looked at me pointedly.
"You! Come here". He barked
My heart sank as I managed to stand.
He blindfolded me and and placed the end of a stick in my palm with which he led me out. After walking a few minutes we seemed to enter into an open space. My blindfold was removed and for the first time since we left Chibok I saw sunlight! We were in a large field and I looked up to see the familiar faces of Maimuna, Laraba, Hadiza, Mairo, Bintu and several of my other school mates, and for the first time in what seemed like eternity I felt a well of hope spring up within. We all hugged each other tearfully.
Alhamdullilahi! We were about to be set free.....or so we thought!

A stern looking man wearing a military like uniform and a red and white turban abruptly cut short our cries of joy as he cautioned us to keep quiet. Rago soon reappeared with three men in tow. We were asked to sit quietly and prepare for a video shoot as the stern looking man told us with a hint of sarcasm, that we would soon be as famous as Amitabh Bachan the famous Indian actor. We exchanged bewildered glances amongst ourselves.

One of the men held up a script while the other two began operating a little contraption which I guessed was a video camera. The stern looking man then began to read from the script. He spoke many wicked words laced with threats and would occasionally punctuate his speech with a wicked laugh. The other two men intermittently beamed their camera in our direction.
This Bollywood movie lasted about thirty minutes before we were once more blindfolded, by which time the sun had begun to go down.
A feeling of hopelessness was immediately palpable as it dawned on us we were not about to see Chibok anytime soon.

Rago again put the tip of a stick in my palm and began to lead me back. This time, we seemed to pass a different route laden with shrubs, as i stumbled on a few occasions.  I was just beginning to adjust to this new topography when my guide stopped suddenly I began to hear voices around and at that moment I instinctively knew danger was lurking.
Rago snatched the stick from my hand and almost instantly, I sensed a swift motion of his arm. The next thing I felt was a hot slap on my left cheek. Millions of stars flashed before my eyes as I collapsed with a scream. As I tried to get up he proceeded to shove me roughly back on the ground. By this time my blindfold and hijab had come off and I saw the three men from our video session on the field smiling leeringly. Rago pulled out a dagger and tore my dress in half right in the middle as he began to pull his trousers down. I begged and pleaded as the reality of what was about to happen sunk in, but they wouldn't listen. From that moment everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
You know how they say your life flashes in front of you just before you die? Well mine must gave flashed a million times. I kicked and screamed and tried to scratch back, but one of the other men held me down as I felt Rago's thrust against my body and one by one they began to have their way with me.

I closed my eyes and wished for death to take me away.

With tattered clothes <strong><strong>and blood dripping down my legs I mustered all the strength I had left and walked through the night in the direction of the sun. Our Geography teacher had taught us that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. I figured if I followed the sun, it would lead me in the opposite direction from the moon, which was in the direction where the bastards had violated me, so I walked till my legs hurt, but I kept walking.

I woke up at the General Hospital in Damaturu two days later. I was told some herdsmen had found me lying unconscious on a farm. I don't remember being on a farm though and I don't remember why the bastards let me go. The truth is I don't remember a lot of things anymore, because that day, I died.

My name is Aisha. I am Yesmin's best friend.

Sent from my iPad

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Fabulous Holiday Destinations: Hotel Morabezza, Cape Verde

Cape Verde or Cabo Verde, officially the Republic of Cabo Verde, is an island country spanning an archipelago of 10 volcanic islands in the central Atlantic Ocean. Wikipedia
Located 570 kilometres (350 miles) off the coast of Western Africa, the islands cover a combined area of slightly over 4,000 square kilometres. The official language is Portugese.
Hotel Morabezza is situated on Sal, one of the ten islands forming the archipelago of Cape Verde on the edge of the magnificent bay of Santa Maria. The hotel is set in a relaxing atmosphere offering an eight kilometere stretch of fine sand along the Atlantic Ocean.



Monday, 16 June 2014

Picture of the Day!

All the best to Nigeria's Super Eagles as they fly high in Rio today :-)

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Recycle Your Cutlery

As cutlery is made of different materials with varying degrees of elasticity, hooks for instance for napkins can be made which can be hung up in your kitchen.

bent forks can also be used as place card holders.

 In addition, you can fix a fork on a vertical surface without modifying it, and use its teeth as a holder for small stickers.

You can make napkin holders of soft aluminum forks, which are well bent.

They also make nice candle holders

Happy twisting!


(Courtesy: Interiorholics.com)

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

One for the road!

April has come....and almost gone so we'll have one last one for the road as we look at some Ankara fabric inspired furniture. (You must have noticed by now I have a bias for all that's ethnic *wicked grin*)

I particularly like a winged chair and would like to have one at some point.

The yellow stool has a retro thing to it - especially with the tapering legs

This is a cute lamp
I'm not sure about this, but it would sit well against a white background

And I particularly like the warmth the patterned throw pillows lends to the otherwise cold tufted leather sofa.

That's it folks! See you next month :-)

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Outdoor Furniture

Rattan furniture has a look and feel which make an excellent choice for outdoor or indoor areas, where something a bit different and exclusive is needed. It provides an alternative to a perfect way to  relax.

In the photo above  the simple round coffee table compliments the set beautifully and the safety glass makes the table easy and convenient to use.
Most outdoor furniture set are made using powder coated aluminium frames to ensure durability.  The furniture can remain outdoors all year round, although it is equally at home inside a indoors.

 It will not noticeably fade or crack and only requires a simple clean to keep it looking in good shape


Thursday, 10 April 2014

Nike Art Gallery

The Nike Art Gallery in Lagos was established in Nigeria in 1983 by Nike Davies-Okundaye. Today, over 3000 young Nigerians have been trained in the center and earn a decent living through art. Many African countries also send their students to study textile art at the center.

Nike Okundaye also runs the Nike Center for Art and Culture, Osogbo which admits undergraduate students from many universities in Nigeria for industrial training programs in textile design. Over the years, this also attracted students from all over Europe, Canada and the United States of America. International scholars and researchers in traditional African art and culture also visit the center from time to time for their research into Yoruba "Adire" fabric processing and African traditional dyeing methods.

Friday, 28 March 2014

Yoruba Art

The Yoruba of South Western Africa (Benin Republic, Nigeria and Togo, also including parts of Ghana, Cameroon and Sierra Leone) are responsible for one of the oldest and finest artistic traditions in Africa, a tradition that remains vital and influential today.

Much of the art of the Yoruba, including staffs, court dress, and beadwork for crowns, is associated with the royal courts. The courts also commissioned numerous architectural objects such as veranda posts, gates, and doors that are embellished with carvings. Other Yoruba art is related shrines and masking traditions. The Yoruba worship a large pantheon of deities, and shrines dedicated to these gods are adorned with carvings and house and array of altar figures and other ritual paraphernalia. Masking traditions vary regionally, and a wide range of mask types are employed in various festivals and celebrations.

The custom of art and artists among the Yoruba is deeply rooted in the Ifá literary corpus, indicating the orishas Ogun, Obatala, Oshun and Obalufon as central to creation mythology including artistry (i.e. the art of humanity).

In order to fully understand the centrality of art (onà) in Yoruba thought, one must be aware of their cosmology, which traces the origin of existence (ìwà) to a Supreme Divinity called Olódùmarè, the generator of ase, the enabling power that sustains and transforms the universe. To the Yoruba, art began when Olódùmarè commissioned the artist deity Obatala to mould the first human image from clay. Today, it is customary for the Yoruba to wish pregnant women good luck with the greeting: May Obatala fashion for us a good work of art.

The concept of ase influences how many of the Yoruba arts are composed. In the visual arts, a design may be segmented or seriate- a "discontinuous aggregate in which the units of the whole are discrete and share equal value with the other units." Such elements can be seen in Ifa trays and bowls, veranda posts, carved doors, and ancestral masks.

(courtesy Wikipedia)

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Some purple and lilac.

Ever wondered how a room suddenly looks bright when you throw in a new colour? Well I was looking online today and stumbled on a few pictures.

(Courtesy: Apartment Therapy)

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Mirror Headboards

I have been a bit lazy these past few months....do forgive me.  Anyway I'm back and I promise not to go AWOL again.

I have recently been fascinated with the idea of having a mirror headboard. I will post the before and after photos when I am done.

There are so many to choose from - simple DIY ones to the really over the top fancy ones. A mirror is also a nice way of making an otherwise small space appear larger.

The image below is a relatively easy way, which involves getting a mirror room divider and putting it up as the headboard.

This second photo is also very low cost.  You can pick up an expensive looking mirror with an ornamental frame and stick it up as your headboard.  Notice the way the metallic duvet also matches the silver mirror frame.

In the picture below, simply get a couple of mirrors and put them up in lines on one wall.  Put yourbed against the wall and voila! You are done.
Same for the picture below

Alternatively, you could buy a bed that comes with a mirror headboard :-)