New Moon in Pisces

Dream Spaces

I was just dreaming a little about where I'd like to live next and decided that my dream home would have behind it, at the back of the big garden yard, a little cozy greenhouse cottage hybrid. I love the idea of a greenhouse and having a lush space year round and I also like the idea of a little cottage to escape into. A hideout. Just after this I came across an article about writers shacks (wasn't even looking for it) and loved all their little spaces. George Bernard Shaw, apparently, called his "London" so that his staff could say, "He's gone to London." Which is brilliant and I think I'll name mine after a city someday, too. Here's the full article at re-nest, the one above is Michael Pollan's writing hut. And below is my little "hut" which is technically attached to the kitchen and intended for either washer and dryer or just storage, and is the under the stairs of the upstairs apartments back steps. So until I have a yard or some space at the edge of the woods, under the stairs is fine with me.

Pretty sunset from a few days back. Much as I love being able to collect this with my pretty good phone camera, I think the time has come for a digital camera that is nothing but a camera...

In the Dark of the Moon

This is kind of where I am right now. Everything's a little fuzzy and I'm just about to walk through the door into that really bright light. It's hard to see what's next but I've got my little dog and I'm pretty sure it's going to be awesome.

Living Space Update

Sometimes when I go to acupuncture while I'm laying there letting the needles work I try to focus on something I want to make happen. It can be long term and sort of intangible, like a change I want to feel like I'm making or it can be short term and tangible like finding a couch I like. So a few weeks back right after I quit my job, knowing I'd be spending a lot more time in my house, I spent a good part of my acupuncture session believing in finding a couch I liked at a price that was affordable and with delivery service. That afternoon I went to good old St. Vincent's and paid less than $100 (including delivery!) for a great vintage couch I could live with.

And with the previous addition of the two cane sided chairs (found when still hunting for a couch) and (obvious) the blue walls and neutral furniture, the space kind of reminds me a little of these:

I have to admit. While it looks absolutely lovely to me I don't know that I feel that the whole thing is entirely "me". I've always been a bit more colorful and cluttered. A neighbor once described my house as "whimsical" which, at the time, I found a little strange because I just thought of it as normal and a little sloppily put together in some areas. I kind of liked the idea that it was whimsical, though. So now that's just the thing. My living room grew up a bit and I think it's a little less fun. I'm sure to fun it up again at some point but for now it's very sedate and relaxing.

Now if only I had a little more empty space and the luxury of angling the furniture and sprinkling it around the center of the room the way I did when I had less and it was smaller. Or I could do like that second of the two photos in the middle and have only enough furniture for myself and my cats.