Sunday, November 03, 2013
We live in a small row home built in 1937. Made of brick, it is a tough little house, but so sweet as well. Before living here with my fiance' (going on our 2nd year) this house was in sorry shape inside. Two bachelors living together for almost 15 years. Dust! Debris! No sense of balance or beauty. Stagnant!
Now there is COLOR! Plants, beautiful red, green and deep blue glass! Windows are open and unshaded to allow the light inside. It feel like a home again.
Since I am starting back to school November 16th, I needed a place to study. A place where I can escape the TV, phone calls, etc. A room of my own. I'm in the process of renovating the nursery into my own "Girl Cave." It is tiny. A twin bed fit across the back wall. It had to be parallel to the wall. If it was perpendicular, the door would not be able to shut! I said "Tiny!"
Yesterday I bought lavender wall paint. And a nice cream for the shelving. I salvaged a pink (!) velvet arm chair and two footstools from the trash at the Senior Housing building across the street. I have chalk board paint and am going to cover the "door wall" with that, maybe even today, Every thing needs to be scrubbed down, but I can "see" it coming together.
A room of my own in such a tiny house! I am grateful. Virginia Wolfe was right! Everyone needs a room of one's own!