we have the smallest living room in the state. really. when we looked at the house, I noticed it immediately. and thought, this is why the place isn't selling. it is also the main reason I refer to my home as 'the cave'. no light.
its only ten feet wide. I actually had to take measurements when I saw it and then go back to my condo and push the furniture in to see if I could live that way. tight. but I could. and, I'm glad I did.
but you know what, it's one of my favorite rooms. yeah, it's a little funky decor-wise but that's why I love it.
I've filled it with things that make me feel good. a huge squishy sofa, two Mission Craftsman leather recliners, a table my parents had when they first got married . . . happily refinished by the 9TS, and covered with a hand tatted doily by the 9TS's mother. The floor to ceiling fireplace . . . did I mention the saving grace is a really high ceiling at one end . . . made from rough coquina stone. so rough in fact that in most little facets, there are goodies stashed. Kidlet and I added them one day when she was seven. and more appeared. everything from a Polly-Pocket pet to a Swarovski crystal pig. then there is the leather giraffe. love him. snow shoes. ancient metal ice skates, a grape vine wreath. an antique barrister bookcase full of my grandfather's books, a 100 year old bear . . . slightly munched in college by a zealous canine, a scarred Lionel engine, and the odd collection of paper mache cats. then there is the woven basket stuffed with logs, the fat wood and my personal favorite, my father's first scooter.
whether I am curled up watching television while munching dinner . . . a habit we acquired after Kidlet left for college . . . or snuggled in one of the recliners, I love the peace that exudes from this room. it makes me feel . . . well, like I am home.
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