I love this room. It's my quiet, happy place. This is where I blog,
read and write email, work on scrapbooking or card making,
read, or sometimes watch a little TV in the evening.
I was never a fan of yellow until we had the room painted this color.
With two windows, this room gets a lot of natural light and is so cheery.
Depending on the time of day and how sunny (or cloudy) it is, the wall
color looks different...from soft yellow to a brighter hue.
I know I need curtains - and I do have a couple of pairs from IKEA sitting
in the closet - but I'm not sure if they're the right ones for this room.
I am surrounded by things that make me smile - our family portrait on canvas,
books, my cat figurine collection, a pretty quilt, and plants.
It sounds wonderful to have a room of my own, but how this room came to be
mine isn't a pretty story. This used to be Phil's bedroom. If he were still alive, would
he still be living here? Who knows. He'd be 25-1/2 years old now. All that's left of him
in this room is his memory shelf. Even though I say this is "my" room, we still
call it Phil's room.
Phil obviously left his quiet, gentle, sweet spirit in this room.
Zippo seems to agree.
Do you have a room of your own? Or even just a quiet little niche that
is all yours?