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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.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Interior Design
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.
april-dawn
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
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