January 12, 2010
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A Glimpse Inside
There’s nothing quite like that first cup of coffee in the morning – hot and creamy. I have come to value these quiet moments of thought and reflection even more than I did before. It’s hard some days to get centered and balanced and this quiet helps.
When the days began to grow dark in the early evening I found it disheartening to come home to a dark house. I bought night lights but that didn’t quite do the trick. Still a rather gloomy entrance home. A dear friend suggested that I get a timer and I loved the magic of a light glowing when I walked in the door. Still, that wasn’t quite it. Christmas rolled around with lights and sparkly places and although I was sad to see the lights go, I wasn’t at all sorry to take to tree down. Hmmmm.
About a month or so after I moved in the same dear friend (and another one too!) came and hung the art and treasures on my walls. With some minor tweaking since then, my living room has become a quiet, restful place. On the ledge that runs around the room and into the kitchen I have placed glass objects that I love. Some of them were my mother’s, some I have found at thrift stores and antique shops. Much of it might be Depression Glass. Most of it is red and pink. (OK ALL of the glass in the living room is red and pink. The amber is in the kitchen. I don’t have a place for the green yet.) In the summer the light coming through the window shone through the glass and it sparkled with sunshine and light. Alas, the dreary days of winter arrived as they are wont to do and the shiny summer glints were lost in the dark days. “Put Christmas lights on the ledge,” the dear friend (csm) said. After some initial hesitation on my part, but sad at losing the warm joy of those lights, I did just that and cleverly plugged those into the timer and voila! The glass sparkles and glistens as I come in the door at night, reflecting warmth and coziness.
I love this room – where more often than not candlelight glows and glass twinkles. A basket of yarn waits for me and books introduce me to the lives between the pages. This is a special place – my special place.
And so it goes.
Comments (5)
You’re making me feel tranquil just reading this. I’m also feeling comforted and empowered, as I’ll be going through the same thing in a couple of months as soon as our house sells and we can liquidate assets and part ways.
Single female friends talk about the joy of living alone. I’ve lived alone very little in my life and felt horribly lonely when I did, so I guess I’m a bit afraid of it. Not having to negotiate about interior decor would appeal to me, though! It takes a long time for my husband and I to agree on, for example, a wall colour, or which painting to hang where. I liked reading about how you got it the way you want it. Good for you!
Your living room sounds lovely. Makes me wish we lived closer so I could come hang out there with you!
Love the idea of twinkling lights and sparking glass. Condos can be a bit cold at times.
I like the sound of this tweaking!