My bedroom is my hideaway, my safe spot, my creative domain.
I like it when it's neat and tidy. Takes effort. /whew
Nesting tendencies have limited direction until I have my own place.
For now, here's my home...
Some of the decorative elements are now a tad too jungle for my taste, but the antique
metal bed frame and folding tea table are keepers.
Framed print of Lady in the Meadow by Kinuko Y. Craft.
My area for drawing, sewing, scrap booking, art booking, crafting, make-up storage.
It's so very nice when the afternoon sun beams in the window .
The beautiful nature prints are Tyler's...they brighten up my day.
The bookcase is filled with literature, novels, poetry, how-to's, cook books, and Christian literature.
All, of which, I've read.
The chest of drawers and dresser (other photo) are my dad's furniture from his childhood.
So of course they're antiques. Tee hee. (Okay, seriously, they are.)
The frame on the left holds my name and my brothers' written in lovely Japanese calligraphy.
The golden stars are ornaments from Anthropologie.
I purchased the vintage avocado-colored couch at friend's yard sale for $15.
I was given the almost-avocado-matching vintage bench, which when covered in homework,
is nicely camouflaged to blend in.
The photographs are of my family. The print is The Annunciation Triptych by Robert Campin.
The desk is generally strewn with notecards, stamps, text books, and half-burned candles.
(I can never bring myself to finish off candles...I love the smells too much.)
Under the pile of coffee table books is an ivory elephant statue from Vietnam,
given to me by the gammy.
(Gloria gave me the large green coffee table book of Welsh poetry and art for my birthday. I adore it.)
On the chair is the softest, fluffiest, most wonderful source of warmth ever.
The CD tower with drawers is bursting at the seams...with yet another candle on top.
The two ivory elephants are miniatures of the large one...li'l jungle-love youngins, I suppose.
The chest holds seasonal clothes, and anything that I can't stuff in my walk-in closet.
(Oh my. There won't be any documenting of that travesty of a space.)
I have four collections of colored pencils, many drawing pencils, so many Crayola crayons....
And the ruler Anne gave me, listing the great Women of Literature. So inspiring.
The ceramic lamp was a hand-me-down from grandmamma that I painted black...
(Originally blue and white with gold splatters. Not so pretty.)
The unfinished-crafts basket. Never empty.
*zmmmmm* *zmmmmm* /pause. *snip* *rip* /pause. *zmmmmm*
((And hearts))
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