I am a firm believer that everyone needs their own quiet place to go to when things get hectic or when they need to process things. I don’t think the kids have found their place yet, but they are working on it. I have noticed Vita tends to wander to the backyard when she is feeling the need for alone time. She looks at the sky and the trees, while she walks the path. In this way she reminds me of my grandpa. I remember him walking around his backyard when I was little, checking his garden and squirrel feeders. I am hoping Isabella’s room will be private enough for her when she decides she wants peace from her siblings and Blackburn has been known to wonder into his room and build blocks quietly. Ben is a front porch sitter.
For me, I go to the front room in our house, the green room is what we call it. This room has always been my favorite. It has been painted different shades of green since we bought the house ten years ago and is currently a smoky green that changes as the light hits it. The fireplace has bright green tiles and it still has the original stain glass windows. The house can be messy, but as long as this room is clean I can breathe easy. No television, no bright lights just a nice relaxing space surrounded by books, board games and my favorite thrift sale finds. It’s no secret that I like old things, things with history, books with names, dates and messages written on them that have been read and passed down through generations, quilts that were handmade and covered someone else’s bed on cold nights long ago, maps and globes that once spent their days in schoolrooms. I believe everything has a story to tell if you just stop and take the time to listen. Along with the old we have added new touches to this room. These items remind me to savor the present as much as I do the past. Items my children make or find or gather for our home. They know how special this space is to me and they take joy in finding new things to add to the room. Others may see clutter, dust or even junk, but not me, I see an accumulation of ten years of happiness.
Below are some pictures of my favorite space:
The map was a gift from Ben’s Grandma DeGarmo. The stove was used as a display at Whole Foods before Ben brought it home. The shutter was in the attic when we bought the house and we were told it was original to the house.
The desk was a free street find, so were the pictures of maps above it. The basket and blocks were purchased at the Northside Yard Sale a couple of years ago. Vita’s cat, Georgie, likes to sit on the desk and look outside when the curtains are open. She is posing for the camera here. The paper chains were made one Friday night with the kids – we are crazy partiers!
We found this IronWorks Gate when we moved in and it holds past Fasching masks the kids made for school. The gate is extremely heavy.
We purchased the bookcase at Ikea. I keep all my older books along the top. The book in the top right corner with the spine torn is Edgar Allen Poe’s poems and inside is a petal of each flower Ben has bought or found and given to me since we began dating. Next to the flower I wrote what the occasion was or the date. I am not a romantic person but I am glad I have kept this tradition going. The big basket holds all of my yarn. The couch and pillows are from Ikea. The old mailbox on the wall covers our thermostat. I despised seeing it and the mailbox allows us to hide it, yet still adjust the temperature when needed.
The owl was a gift from Ben, along with the small painting on the left. The clock was one of the first antique items I purchased. When wound, it drives everyone crazy. It ticks like the clock in the crocodile’s belly that chases Captain Hook. I am pleased to say the alarm works on it too. The book was made by Isabella. She also made the picture on the top shelf – it’s me. The skull is a candle, because every room needs a skull candle.
The kids play these blocks a lot when I sit and knit or read. Its a nice way of spending time together, yet still doing your own thing. The skateboard was my first skateboard and Ben taught me to ride on it back in 1999.