Tim in the spare room
Our spare room is quite small (as you can see), and we keep it sparse. The light is lovely in there. It's respected as a quiet space ~ if we're both in there reading or thinking or drinking tea, there won't be any talking. I really love this room. I love the idea of it ~ to bring silence and thought into daily life, to stop and be observant, and to be with someone (myself or Tim) without putting it all into words. A lot can happen in silence.
Right now I'm sipping pink tea from a polka-dotted cup in front of a deep orange fire with a newly thrifted cobalt-blue wool blanket over my knees. Mimi's next to me balancing on a pillow and pretending she's not trying to get onto my lap. This afternoon I popped an audiobook into my car and drove off intent on visiting a local museum at which I never arrived, getting distracted at thrift shops along the way and finally turning for home at 5 pm, car laden with treasures. I snagged a perfect-condition golden-upholstered yellow rocking chair for $7 ~ it has very smooth worn wooden arms which the previous owners must have worn off during hours of rocking. I love furniture with history.
Thrifting is the biggest and best treasure hunt. I feel like a little kid every time.
Have you found any treasures lately?
*Spare Oom is from The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.