I wondered today a lot about my ideal living space.
Honestly, I feel like it’s a healthy thing to think about (in moderation obviously) and think about it I have. *insert Yoda voice.*
Believe it or not, it was most definitely sparked by Indiana Jones, in a really bizarre kind of way. So, as it goes with my inspirations, I tend to have to think about them a lot. I think about what I like about them, what I don’t like, what they’re like ect. Anyway, I started thinking about crafts (I was in a hands on kind of mood today) that I thought about what Indiana Jones could do or at least could inspire.
Lot’s of postcards came to my mind. He of course, would have to have postcards of everywhere! So I began to think of how cool it would be to create a collage of postcards of all the places I want to go. Not only fun, decorative, and stylish, but also inspirational and motivating. A bunch of birds and one stone. You get the point. Anyway, I thought of how I could make said collage and put it in my room. Of course, one thought led to another and I was redecorating my whole room! Then suddenly my room was a different room, and then that room was in a different house, and that little house was mine. This is how it goes:
It’s been a long day, and I’ve been in need of ice cream for way too long, so after stopping by Wegmans and getting some well needed chocolate ice cream, I drive to my apartment. Upon arriving I walk up the stairs and into the door. There’s small closet where I hang my coat and I have a little hook on the wall where I place my keys and my purse goes on a shelf. It’s my three step program of the entering system. As I walk in, just a few steps, I flip on a light. Here is what I see:
Straight ahead is huge, open room. To my right I have a little (but spacious) kitchen. I don’t know a lot about it yet except that I know there are little hooks where I hang small pots of herbs from the space on the wall in-between the counter and the cabinets.
I put my ice cream on the counter and walk past my kitchen (all hardwood floor btw) and step onto a carpet about five steps past the counter. The carpet literally covers the other half of the room. As I walk into that part of the room, the ceiling is lower because there is a loft above it. AHHH yes! A loft where my awesome bed is. The living-room is simple, a few comfortable chairs, a coffee table and a desk where my lap-top sits charging away. On my coffee table there’s an empty mug with a tea bag still in it from earlier in the day. Oops. I gab that and take it into the kitchen. I pass by my little table (it’s made from a darker wood) and in the center of it there’s a vase from one of my Apothic Red wine bottles that has one single Orange Lily in it. My favorite flower.
Mug is put in the sink and I meander over to my sound system. It’s modest but it works well, and I put on some cello music that I recently found while listening to pandora. The tea kettle is on and I steer towards the left of the room. There’s a small bathroom tucked away beneath the stairs that I pass by (sorry cast iron tub, you’ll come later in my life) and I make sure it’s clean. Check. Whew, did not want to have to worry about that right now. Upstairs I go, beautiful hard wood stairs that lead up to my little alcove that is actually bigger then it seems. Despite how dark one thinks it would be, I have plenty of lamps and candles set up strategically to make sure that it feels and looks warm. Everything is simple. My bed, a partition and a dresser. is all you can see. I quickly change into a new outfit that is much more comfortable and head downstairs. As I walk down on the wall across from me is a huge painting, simple and beautiful, it looks like charcoal almost, and it is an orange lily. It makes me happy every time I see it.
Back in my kitchen, the water is whistling and I pour myself a cup of green tea and scoop a little bit of coconut chocolate ice cream into a little dish. Officially very content, I head off to my little desk to go write a new post for my blog, InspiringJayce.
The keys are clicking away beneath my fingertips when I come to a sudden halt as I try to think of the correct word usage. My eyes slip away from the computer screen and up towards the wall behind my desk, and there is my collage of postcards. I smile.
And we are back to the beginning.
I’m seeing a postcard collage happening…maybe I can borrow some from Indie…