It turns out upon reflection that my dream space is not a magical far off place,
although these lush hills, secret walks, crashing waves, and foggy streets are so inviting. But not where I go in the dream in my head.
A hundred million years ago I wrote my entrance exam for my ideal space for my most dearly beloved college (note: not the college I attended) and it hasn’t changed much since. A comfortable couch, fresh air, hot tea or coffee, endless good things to read, creative projects in various states of completion, a fluffy cat or two, and walls and walls of bright and interesting art. I do not long for simplicity, clean lines, or simple shapes. Give me color, texture, and enough sensory inspiration to move me to work when I can or read and rest when I cannot.
My house seems to have followed this pattern as I found the perfect spouse who shares my sensibilities. But I still don’t have that room of my own that is completely and uncompromisingly creative. The yin to my office and work space. But here are some pieces I would weave together into my own clean, well-lighted space:
Who wouldn’t want this cozy room?
Especially if it could be set in this…