This is the wall in my apartment. Right next to my bed, the first thing you see upon walking in, the spot I care most about. I’m slowly (very slowly) working on filling this little area with beloved hang-ables, and want to show off what I’ve got so far. For the sake of context: The black bookshelf is like a sideways headboard for my bed, so below this visible shelf of books is two more rows of filled shelves, and below that is my never-tidy bed.
Speaking of which: What is the point of making your bed? Bed-making is my pet peeve. A rumply wrinkled bed is so much more inviting.
Another aside: More than one person has expressed concern that I have Georgia and Frida constantly supervising the bed/livingroom’s goings-on. This is another pet peeve of mine: When people aren’t in love with Georgia and Frida.
These doily-dreamcatchers are the beginnings of a collection; technically I’ve been collecting for about a year now, but so far I only have two. The little boy (named “Ichabod”) is an old thrift-store find. He’s a little painted Puritan and I love him. And next to him is an image from Grady’s birth.
A pretty little mirror (this frame will likely eventually be appropriated for some other fibery purpose), and an impulse-embroider-thing. “we make darkness only by getting in the way of the light.” I blogged about this a little while it was in progress, but didn’t talk too much about it. Apparently it sounds religious, but I liked it simply because it, like my wrist tattoo, is a simple reminder to stop getting in my own way. The quote is originally from this book, which appears to have been written strictly for actors, but could in fact be an excellent resource for all human beings.
The sweet little profile and the golden birds have no story; they’re just something pretty from a thrift store. Next to them, however, is one of my prized possessions; the first thing my first nephew ever drew for me.
Finally, another doily-dreamcatcher and a golden mirror that will likely stay a mirror as long as it is in my possession.
Tomorrow I will blog about the next addition to this beloved little wall; I need framing advice.
I’m one of the solicitors of peeve. Try, just try, to accomplish anything other than a lifetime as a castrato while those two women look on. Maybe my daffodil simply can’t understand.
i especially like the doilies <3
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