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This is the view peeking in the door.


If you look right, this is what you see.


This is where you'll sleep if you come visit me. My paternal grandma made the quilt.


This is the view if you're standing in the doorway to the bathroom. There is a closet to your left.


Here's a closer view of the desk. I have a small bookcase out in the garage I'd like to paint and place to the left, so I can put the printer on it and free up some desk space.


If you look out the door you came in, you'll see our dining room.


And this is the dining room table where I make a big gigantic mess.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
Virginia Woolf

7.25.05

I thought I'd add some photos of my scrap space today. (Thought I'd do some room pics today and closeups tomorrow. I'm so sorry I am such a poor photographer.) If you click on the photos, a larger version will pop up.

This is a work in progress, like everybody else's scrap space. It's at one end of our guest room. Before this was our guest room and my scrap space, it belonged to the two sons and hamster of the previous owners. I'm not sure what all went on in here (I'm thinking maybe they all ate lunch on the floor every day, including the hamster), but the carpet is really bad, and Bob will be replacing it with Pergo in early August, which I'm so excited about. We also have to have some holes in the ceiling patched. We had torrential rains this past winter here in southern California, and ended up getting a new roof, but the damage to the plaster ceiling remains. And, finally, our closet is covered right now with two white linen curtains from Ikea, in lieu of doors, until we can get some of those. The doors there when we moved in were glass that had been cracked . . . possibly by a hamster's hopeful yet ill-fated headlong rush for freedom, possibly into oblivion. I don't know.

I have my eye on some goodies at Anthropologie this month . . . some cute, fabric-covered magazine holders. I am always keeping my eye out for stuff. The walls around the bed are bare because I don't ever hang stuff over beds here since we're in earthquake country. I don't want anyone to get beaned in the middle of the night. :)

The bookcases are those big white cheap Billy bookcases from Ikea that I painted the same color as the walls, so they'd blend in. In our old house, we had three in a row, in a room painted the same blue (I love this blue . . . it's Martha Stewart "Drop of Blue" from K-Mart) and they kind of looked like (fake) built-ins.

I do my actual scrapping on the dining room table just next door . . . I haul everything out and back, but it is convenient because it's right there. I do make the most awful mess you've ever seen while I'm scrapping, but I can't stand it if the storage gets messy.

This kind of gives you a general idea of things, anyway. One thing I noticed looking at these photos is that I need to do something about all those cords under my computer. What a snake farm!
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