Living in a glass house

I love glass houses, though I doubt I'd ever live in one (I still have some longing for privacy, not much, just a bit). This type of place always seems to be built in the middle of nowhere so you can avoid pesky peeping neighbours. In Santambrogio's glass homes, almost every piece of furniture is made of glass too. Take a look at these Italian wonders (I especially adore the mansion sitting on water):

Devil in the details

So this is what I've been up to for the last week. Layers and layers of red paint and black fineliner. It might end up being another bracelet box, I'm still not sure. It's not finished yet, and all I know is that it's taking ages. No worries, I personally, deep down, never to be said out loud, very modestly indeed, think that it's fucking awesome.

I've done a few others, but this is my favourite so far. Notice my favourite pen ever, Staedler's M Lumocolor,sitting at my (almost) eternal disposal. After four boxes decorated in this fashion, it has finally started to show signs of weakness. The cardboard boxes are actually leftovers from my brother's computer shop. Talk about upcycling.