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By Erica• 3 Jun 2016 • 1 Comments
‘Let Liv’ describes itself as a ‘homewares and interiors store with an emphasis on Scandinavian style design and a minimalist approach to life’. I have been following the blog on their online store for a few years, salivating over sleek salt grinders and coveting the copper alarm clocks, but I have only recently visited their newly-opened store on Hunter Street. Having admired so many items from the comfort of my beanbag, experiencing them first hand did not disappoint.
I’ve recently read an amazingly inspiring book about the power of de-cluttering your life and surrounding yourself with things that you love. My new mantra is to, henceforth, buy things that bring me joy. This has caused quite a shift in my attitude whilst shopping and has made me more mindful about what I am buying and where it has come from.
Each and every item that is fortunate enough to grace this serenely organised shop will inevitably bring joy to some lucky person. The incredibly lovely sales assistant told me the ‘story’ behind many of the beautiful items that I lavished compliments upon. From the Wellington couple who designed the insanely stylish Fohfum nursery furniture, to the single mother in Auckland who hand makes incredible ceramics using black sand from Muriwai Beach. The fact that so much comes from the shores of Aotearoa is enough to warm your cockles on a wet Wellington Wednesday afternoon.
I asked about the naming of the shop (largely due to the fact that Liv is a name close to my heart). ‘Let Liv’ apparently means ‘easy life’ in Danish. Every single item in this beautiful shop emanates this message; sublimely beautiful things which exist to make life easier.
And as it turns out, it is possible to go weak at the knees at the sight of a dustpan and brush. Who knew?