It’s almost finished! This is my writing/guest/exercise/conscious purchasing/life space.
A while back, I made my son’s old room look nice. That was satisfying in the moment, but ultimately not fully useful. So over the pandemic I’ve:
- Bought a new sofa bed for guests
- Bought a new sofa for me to write on, in solitude, with a view of undisciplined vegetation and frolicking butterflies. (Trick question; it’s the same sofa. Wasn’t even a question, but never mind.)
- Bought a treadmill
- Bought a throw blanket, pillow, woven basket, a table lamp and a lampshade in alignment with my stated values
- Collected and displayed life artifacts that bring joy in their remembering
- Hung meaningful art
Here’s the treadmill. And yes, I need art for that empty wall and I have a plan to be disclosed at a later date.
Here’s the bookshelf, filled with books from my father’s childhood, tiny photos by my friend Cara (her site), pottery and origami fish my son made in school, travel guides, photos of my kids, my sisters, my high school best friend, and my adult best friend’s children.
And my mom’s fold-down desk thingie. (In the first photo up top, this is to my right, unseen.) Atop, more photos, a menu, and Baccarat butterflies. I hope the lepidoptera flapping around outside my window appreciate the monument in their honor. Oh, also, the drawers are filled with wrapping supplies, as my mom would do before her dementia.
Art over the sofa. Plant trees, my friends. The one on the right was done by a student in my cousin-in-law’s botanical art school and I bought a copy from a Facebook post. 2021, it is different.
Outside, a neighbor’s magnolia. And scraggles of salvia and a solar fountain and butterflies when they are so inclined. Did you know that butterflies fly loop-de-loop in their chase? Like an orange roller coaster on the go?
Here are links/details for the purchasable components, should you be curious:
- Sofa (Pottery Barn Cameron Square Arm Sleeper, Full Size)
- Treadmill (NordicTrak T Series 6.5)
- Blanket (Goodee World, a fantastic Black-owned company with the most BEAUTIFUL goods. In fact, I should have entitled this post OMG MY NEW BLANKET.)
- Pink pillow (Etsy, women’s craft collective in Morocco)
- Very small brass and black table lamp (Etsy, small business)
- Large black and gold lampshade (Etsy, small business, custom ordered, comes in many colors/sizes. The quality is amazing.)
- Small basket (Exact basket no longer available so I’ve linked to similar ones. Jungalow (Black-owned brand x Target)
- Tree drawing (by a student at my cousin-in-law’s botanical art drawing school)
And here are a couple of much better photographed images than I and the light-blocked-by-soffit-and-plum-tree outside my windows can manage.
I admit, had I worked unconstrained, I’d have likely have embraced full Los Angeles, Jenni Kayne and Clad Home galore. More squish, more neutrals, more texture.
But that structured Pottery Barn sofa was the only one I could find small enough to allow space for a treadmill, but large enough that tall adult children might sleep in comfort. And I couldn’t bear not to use my mom’s desk, which meant why not keep the rocking chair bought when I was in boarding school, along with the white wood bookcase I willfully and erroneously painted lavender gray?
BTW I wanted a treadmill because I hate sunscreen. Cue subdued ta-da.
However, I did not want to drown in layers of life, dear though they might be. The art, the pillow, the black lamps, the baskets, and spectacular and chameleon-colored blanket modernize both aesthetic and self, as it were. All from Black-owned businesses, Etsy, people I know, or at least large companies with value statements.
Finally, this is what my sofa, where I work on my fiction, looks like post-use. The foot of that rickety C-table also fits under the sofa, so for Zoom calls I swing it around and lean back against the pillow. Ta-da! I also wind up dislodging a cushion on occasion. Who knew that writing required so much thrashing? I might have predicted shoelessness. (If anyone’s curious, I’ll give you an update on the novel-writing in September. In short: no route to publication yet; have begun second book; am learning more than I knew was possible.)
And with that, I’m off for August. Love you all to bits. If you find you’re not getting email post notifications, please let me know. The recent comment brouhaha may have sent me to your junk folders etc. I look forward to returning, and I hope your month brings you joy. Have a great weekend.
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