I wake up everyday my eyes riveted to the ceiling as rainbow flecks radiate from crystals that reside in the middle of the uppermost window
this bedroom marked “private” on the door has meant twenty-four months complete control freedom to design every detail, every texture, every nuance Handpicked
A vivid palette splashed onto every square foot hoping to recapture life’s intense force while it drowns out nagging shadows threatening to swallow My space
Italian ceramic mask- topped sconces flanking the empty space the mosaic mirror I’m still learning to make the gilded cream vanity fit for a princess still Waits
highlighted memories fill dusty shelves and cling to walls called Home now
my queen size bed use to sit quietly in my guest room rarely disturbed now it harbors my dreams and fears afloat on a sea of defiantly feminine pillows and blankets
an eclectic mix of Me comes out of every nook and cranny while my inner sanctum takes shape.
In 2005 , about 2 1/2 years after my husband's unexpected death I began noticing how much life I still had left in me . I had been married for over 20 years and had shared a space all that time.I began to revel in making my own space , with no compromising on colors etc.