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Poor Chair, so often left in dark garages over the winter, has taken a trip with friends to the Canary Islands to combat SAD. Nice self-care, Chair. Send me a postcard!
Found by: unknown
Found by: Unknown
Via: http://www.sun4free.com/property/view.php?cur_page=4¤cy=&loc4=arico (municipality)&price_min=&price_max=#cont
Happy Not For Sale Wednesday! And here we see a house located somewhere-or-other, which we are supposed to believe small children live in. The house might be in Spain. Because of the great amounts of glass used, and the small children who may or may not live there, the homeowners go through several gallons of Windex (or Bindex, the Spanish equivalent) each day.
Look! Here we see the homeowner doing his daily ammonia-based cleaner routine. He’s so accustomed to spritzing every single surface that he’s even Windexing the plants which, ironically, are the only thing in the entire house that don’t need to be de-smudged daily:
Found by: inalaska2. More photos here. There might be more information on this pile of pixels, which I believe is the official website of the people who made this, but I took one glance at its Mario-style graphics and ran away.
Loveliest comment, by Anodean: Has anyone else felt a pervasive sense of sadness within some of these glass walled monstros concept homes?
Sort of a “Sunny Despair” effect, as though the relentless natural light is supposed to negate the essential absence of any human emotional engagement. Kids? Guests? Neighbors? Comfortable repose? Nah – just an increasingly ghostlike existence dedicated to cleaning the windows and watering the roof, the makers’ stock response of “What wrong with you? It so sunny!” echoing from the surfaces as the unfortunate inhabitant begins to fade like an old glass photographic plate.
Hmm. Perhaps not all haunted houses depend upon darkness.
Happy Not For Sale Wednesday! This week, let’s think about what it would be like to live in an office. And not just any office, but one that used to be a cement factory. To begin with, we have what I will turn into my dining room:
The big cone is the salt dispenser. I really like salt.
Here’s my paintball room:
And finally, here’s the outside. I have a slight problem with ivy.
There you have it — my new home.
Found by: I don’t know. I mean, I found these photos today after looking for them, but I don’t remember where I first heard about a former cement factory being turned into offices and I doubt it came to me in a dream. If you want to take credit, knock yourself out.
Loveliest comment, by noonebutme: seems like it would be hard to keep up an appetite with the possibility of a ton of concrete pouring out over the table at any moment.
Included: washer, dryer, spinning portal to another dimension, stove.
(Found by Carlos.)
Yeah, we all have the drawers of leftover Allen wrenches and spare parts for the VCR. But do we all think to share them on our real estate listings? We do not. (Thank you, Carlos L!)
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