After five years of college, three years of grad school, and a year of work-at-home postdoc, today was my big day, my welcome to the real world, my reckoning… my first day of my first full-time job.
This is my bed. This is where I want to be, right now, curled up in a ball. Except I’d want to wash off my makeup, first, so I wouldn’t smudge those perfectly white sheets… ugh, I can’t believe I used to wear this stuff every day. I am sooo going bare-skinned from now on.
The Aubusson rug in my bedroom. Bought when I lived in a house with wooden floors. Also the corner of my grandmother’s pink wing chair.
More wing chair, dresser, and windows. I have curtains that will go up… someday.
Pretty clutter in a corner of my dresser. My mother gave me the “Miss Smarty” plaque for Easter. The little tea set is actually a little chocolate set… you see that the pot is tall, with its spout coming from the top? That’s a chocolate pot. The cups are tall coupes also.
Other pretty clutter on the other corner. The flowered creamer belonged to my great-great-aunt Madge. Madge was an interesting lady, a reporter who never married. She had scarlet fever and polio all inside of a year, when she was a teenager. She also made the most spectacularly pieced Prairie Star quilt I’ve ever seen–the next time I visit my grandma, I will ask her to take it out, and take pictures of it. When you are used to machine-pieced quilts, the accuracy in hand-pieced ones impresses you. The pink porcelain box is Limoges. The puffy thing is my handkerchief sachet… I think that someday I will write a blog entry about those.
The top of my chest of drawers. You see that Ted made it through the move just fine.
And here is the money shot for the textile aficionados. The quilt, like the guest room quilt, was pieced by me and quilted by my mother on her Gammill. For this one, I requested simple quilting because I wanted the beautiful fabric, Faded Memories by Moda in the pearl, strawberry, pink, and green colorways, to take center stage. I love my quilt. The afghan is “Simple Times,” also from the Rose Cottage Afghans pamphlet. I crocheted it about two and a half years ago.
This evening I’m in mourning for all those wonderful years of having time to spend in whatever way I chose. There will be no more of that for a while, now–I’m at my little gray cubicle desk for at least eight hours a day, every day. For now at least I’m even afraid to check personal email while at work, never mind read blogs. I hope I will find it possible to relax. I think that my bedroom is going to help get me through this. And those years when I had time to spend how I chose? How I longed to have a bedroom like this, for most of them.
Your bedroom is gorgeous. Your quilts and afghan are gorgeous. I’m glad that Ted made it through the move fine. And I love the little pieces of pretty clutter. In MY house there is too much clutter right now and not enough pretty but we are working on that. LOL.
Absolutely LOVE your bedroom. It is so pretty and simple and lovely. Life in a simpler time is definitely there. Bravo!
Sleep peaceful!
Oh my goodness, your bedroom is absolutely gorgeous! And your quilt and afghan are to die for – just lovely.
your room looks perfect and sooo welcoming
nice job.
Wow – pretty clutter, who would have thought? I’m very anti-clutter myself, probably because I live in a very cluttered apartment.
So what is this new jobby job?
I absolutely love your bedroom. Why can’t my bedroom look like that? It is exactly what I envision my bedroom should look like but for some reason, doesn’t. Hmmmm!
I’m just catching up on posts here and oh my, your bedroom is just perfect! I love the afghan, “Simpler Times” and the quilt is lovely with the colors I always turn to. Your rug is classic and goes perfectly….it’s a room to dream in, that’s for sure.
Regards to Ted for making it through the bumps and thumps along the way!
Hi there!
I just found your blog and wanted to tell you that I really like it. So much eye candy, and your bedroom is magic! Keep on the good work!