Without a good laugh at ourselves in life it can be very dull indeed.
I am still working on bringing this apartment into order, though basically it looks quite good (quirky, eccentric to others).
I was struck by this image the other night as I went into my bedroom. And I laughed. It is the bedroom of a teenage girl.
And I absolutely love it. I went mad on the aqua, obviously, but there's something about it that soothes me, oceanic in ambience maybe.
The bedroom is divided in 2. One half is my office/den - I'm still working on bringing more order and creativity to that side but it is highly functional and I can find everything. I will take a photo of that when all is to my satisfaction. My desk overlooks some gorgeous trees and brilliant skies and birds. And I still have room for a separate "ladies'" desk on one of the walls where I edit and revise my work.
The bed is very comfortable, Daughter had it custom made for me in the guest room in her house in Toronto so I am pleased it was never tossed. Double/queen/king beds take up an inordinate amount of room and this suits my downsizing splendidly. And it is massively comfortable. And if I am ever required to bed-share at my age I will be as surprised as you.
Do we all regress as we age I wonder?
The comfort of the girlhood bedroom offering newfound solace in the aging process?
But yeah, I'm happy with it.
You?
