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Friday, February 18, 2005

Home . . .

It's odd how the things that you see on an everyday basis suddenly take on a new look -- a new meaning -- when you find yourself staring at them for long periods of time.     Being (basically) confined to this leather sofa for the last two days, unable to move very well from all of the aches, pains, and bruises caused from the car wreck, I'm seeing my room in a whole different "light," so to speak.     The open concept between the family room, living room, breakfast room, foyer,and stairwells leading up to the upper landing and down to the lower landing give the sense of not being closed in (even though I am).     And the five floor to ceiling windows in the family room, the two in the living room, five in the breakfast room, the three glass transoms over the entrances to the living room and dining room (one each from the foyer, and one from the LR to the FR) brighten the rooms even more.     The foyer is flooded with light from the glass-paned door and side-light windows.

The two antique pieces of stained glass from our last house (the 107 year old Victorian farmhouse) that hang -- framed -- from the top moldings on each of the living room windows by chains fill that room with amazing shades of color.     And all of the antique pieces that are located all through the house, juxtapositioned with new (often technologically-advanced) pieces seem to fit together perfectly.     There are living plants in each room, many over 10-15 years old that have moved as many times as we have during those years, and are still growing strong.     The artwork, the sculptures, the paintings, the prints, the photographs -- some mine, some friends/acquaintances, and some total strangers -- all mixed in perfect harmony.     There's a timeless age to the rooms . . . no way to date them by merely glancing at single objects.

As I look around, I remember how/where I got many of the things that grace my surroundings.     Some were gifts, some were special finds in little out-of-the-way antique shoppes and junque-palaces, and some were "ahh-ha" moments when a piece spoke to me so loudly that I could not pass it by.     And the comments and compliments I receive when visitors stop by are nice -- but, it is the feeling I get when I sit -- all alone -- that makes everything all worthwhile.

Even if I didn't have my degree in interior design -- or, I could say, in spite of the fact that I have my degree -- my home says "Me" in a way that is easily identified and recognized by all who really know me.

Category:: Nesting / Home / This Thing Called Life

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