After reading DebraK’s post entitled “The Nest” from her blog, the Bunnies’ Bungalow, I began to consider my own nesting space. In a 3-bedroom home with a family of 5, I have need of more than one nest. My French inspired boudoir is my most intimate place of escape and repose, except that my husband works in the early mornings and sleeps during the day. With this room mostly unavailable, my only existing option is our spacious living room.
DebraK’s nest photo showed an inviting white sofa with luxurious throw blankets and pillows in burgundy, gold, and white. I took pause as I pictured my 2 sons on a white sofa– too painful! Instead, my sage colored recliner sofa is resilient enough for large servings of boyhood, and easily transformed into a cozy nest. (I am certain that I have experienced zero gravity on this couch!)
My solid oak desk is sometimes the best nest, although it is located in the living room: the epicenter. It is definitely not a quiescent oasis, but it does afford me the opportunity to open wide the valves of my expression. I’m able to capture, process and even soliloquize. I find freedom in the cleansing.
Yes, my desk is also home to technology and electrical cords. Nevertheless, a true romantic– and I am one– carves out her space. Even lacking physical walls, a nest is defined by its building materials and the treasures it holds. And, my desk haven does abound with romantic treasures.
Romance, however, is sometimes a mixed-media affair. My desk is bedecked with magnolia flower bookends that brace books ranging from a hymnal to volumes on writing style. A brass desk bell is within reach for when I am needful of attention (I’ll settle for the moans of my children). A tea light flickers through dried flowers pressed between glass, and partners with the thousands of illuminated pixels from my laptop. I hear the smooth jazz strains of “Stranger on the Shore” from my blog and then, "VLADIMIR GUERRERO HITS ONE STRAIGHT-AWAY-CENTER AND IT'S OVER THE FENCE!" My husband bellows, my almost teenage son squeaks with undecided vocal cords, and the televised Los Angeles Angels game has fans jumping in joyful chorus! Our two worlds merge suddenly.
After reading DebraK’s post entitled “The Nest” from her blog, the Bunnies’ Bungalow, I began to consider my own nesting space. In a 3-bedroom home with a family of 5, I have need of more than one nest. My French inspired boudoir is my most intimate place of escape and repose, except that my husband works in the early mornings and sleeps during the day. With this room mostly unavailable, my only existing option is our spacious living room.
This is a fabulously intriguing blog by Paul Giambarba, a prestigious illustrator, designer, and author. This site is a virtual museum where the visitor can saunter down illustrious aisles of scrumptious artwork, pausing to read interesting facts behind the artist and illustrations. The archives are impressive, featuring artists such as Charles Dana Gibson of Gibson Girl fame, Norman Rockwell, and French illustrator Maurice Boutet de Monvel.
I finally made it to Paris to the Moon in Costa Mesa, California! I even called for the store hours beforehand! Fancy that... Once again, the freeways were kind to me and I arrived with plenty of time to drink in the carbonated energy of this unusual shop!
Before you get too excited, this statuesque bust is not for sale. However, I was intrigued by the luminous backlight and the ephemera surrounding it.
Here is the same bust looking like it belongs on Disney's Pirates ride.
Eye-full towers of treasures!
Beautiful handmade blankets accompanied by vintage style!
I don't want to grow up!!!
Tags for sale! Handmade gift tags for that extra special touch!
More froufrou!
And here is Crowns & Tiaras, along with some lovely reminders of my childhood.
After making many satisfying visits to other blogs, I have returned to my own blog-home with a sense of joy that I now belong to this warm community! In fact, in my playful pup sort of way I even exclaimed, "You B-log to me," on one of my returns! You can groan if you like...
