I have no idea what my house will look like on the inside once it’s all mended. Probably ugly white walls, but they’ll be new ugly white walls, and there’s always paint. So I was journaling today about how I’d like to decorate my own living space (as apart from the family living space, because I have very quirky taste that my husband doesn’t always appreciate), and decided to do a little window shopping.
Check out this purple velvet chaise longue. Yes, it definitely fits into my living space.
And look at this gorgeous bed!
And some vibrant art
hanging on a deep purple wall
and mismatched dishes, where I’ve chosen each article because of how it sings to me.
Incense wafting through the air, giving a rich and mysterious aroma to my space.
I think I may be feeling the pull towards personalizing my space so strongly right now because of how generic things are at our apartment. The furniture is nice enough, but not my style. My dad and stepmonster kindly loaned us a couple of pieces of artwork, so that we’ve got something to look at besides bare walls, and they’re pretty, but not my style. And the bedding is downright ugly. So the only thing I can do right now is burn a stick of incense every now and again, when Joe’s not home, because if he’s home he either puts it out or puts on fans so the aroma goes away.
I lost a lot when I lost my home. I have a roof over my head, for which I truly am thankful. But I feel like I lost a lot of myself, and I want it back.