I love the light in my living room. With floor to ceiling windows, the light comes flooding in, even on the darkest and gloomiest days. A sunrise on a bright day is lovely, when the dark indigo of the sky changes to shades of pink, purple and orange. This time of year I rarely get to witness it of course, as I'm either on my way to work, or still hugging my pillow when it's the weekend. But oh well. Lovely all the same whether I'm there to look at it or not. Let's not get sucked into the 'sound of a falling tree' discussion.
Gorgeous though a sunrise may be, on the cold winter days when I have no social commitments (or have those people over who are part of the furniture), my mood tends to go towards cocooning. I just want to envelop myself in a warm, nurturing environment. And for that sort of mood, our long twilights are ideal. When the light outside is only just starting to fail, and there's a soft glow of candles and of the fire inside, my home feels especially cosy and snug.
Now I have for some time been familiar with that famous William Morris quote: 'have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful'. Pure, simple brilliance. I took it one step further in my new home though Wills: 'have nothing in your house you do not have a positive association with'. Easier said than done I can tell you.
Obviously I did not ask myself with every fork, tea spoon or other utensil whether it made me feel good. So no need to picture me doing Uri Geller stares at those. I did however get rid of quite a bit of stuff that had some sort of negative trigger to them. Like a book I loved but that (because of the glowing declaration of love he wrote in it) instantly reminded me of the ex-boyfriend who kept stalking me on and off for 8 years. Every time I saw it my initial reaction was one of feeling betrayed. Not good. I think you get the general idea of the exercise.
So now the items I see around me mostly remind me of people I love, happy events or other positive things. Favourite books included of course. What would a home be without those? Don't be fooled into thinking I don't have hoarding tendencies though. I do. Oh God I do. I'm just really making an effort now to keep them in check - and thus make room for the new.
That throw is the only one of all my turquoise items that hasn't been put away for the winter. It doesn't match the rest of my winter colour scheme but... it's just too comfy. The picture of course lacks a cat snoozing on the rug (or sharpening its claws on it with a sideways daring glance at me). Or alright, maybe a sweet pooch. But only one of the non-drooling variety. Please.
Do you like the gleam in my owl's eye and the pensive expression of my fox? Despite the bad press foxes have had lately, I still feel a strong affinity to both animals (not that they could EVER rival a cat of course). Oddly enough I have never ever seen a fox in the wild in Holland. The only foxes I've ever seen (and quite a few of them too!) were in London. Last place I'd have looked for one to be honest. Anyway. The pictures don't really do my cushions justice. Nor my sofa as a matter of fact - it's a very, very pale beige but in these pictures it has a strange pinkish hue. You get the basic feel though.
A shy man given to me by a shy man years ago. Legend says it will protect your house, as long as you stroke its bald little head from time to time in appreciation. Dusting that shelf might also work.
Still haven't found the perfect mirror. What am I looking for exactly? Not quite sure. Typical case of 'I'll know it when I see it'. Drives some people mad.
I forgot to drink that tea. It was spiced orange too - and I've nearly run out of my supply.
Do you have a favourite time of day in your home? Breakfast by the kitchen table? Afternoon playtime with the little ones (furry or otherwise)? Dinner with the family or that special person? Or just enjoying some quiet me-time with a good book in the evenings?