This month I will be participating in the “Blogging from A-Z Challenge”
What is it?
Blogging every day. It begins on April First with a topic themed on something with the letter A, then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on until I finish on April thirtieth with the theme based on the letter Z. The theme of the day is the letter scheduled for that day.
There is a corner in my living room that I claim as my own.
An easy chair upholstered in a faded pattern of muted red and white roses sits in my corner. We acquired the chair a dozen years ago at an auction. The items included in that auction came from a group of model homes.
In the front of the chair is an ottoman with a fleur de lis pattern which matches the colors in the fabric of the chair. We bought that piece at a different auction, on a different day.
The view from my nook depends on which way my head is turned.
If I'm looking straight ahead, I see the TV.
If I turn my head slightly to the right, my gaze slips along the foyer and then follows through the door of the den where my eyes finally rest on the ceiling to floor front windows. I can easily get lost in my thoughts watching the finches flying in and out of the red tipped photinia shrub.
Turning my head further to the right, I have a view of the front door skylight windows and I can see the top branches of our front yard tree.
To my left is the gas fireplace. At eye level, I see the glass enclosed pit, stacked with phony logs.
If I tilt my head up slightly, I see the mantle. I like the way I decorated the mantle. It has several unusual and meaningful items.
Placed on either side of the mantle is a pair of large vintage brass swans. They are probably circa 1960. We got those at yet another auction. I think we paid about $25 for both. I recently saw the identical ones online. They were priced at $650 for the pair.
Hanging above the mantle is an oval mirror. Carved into the walnut frame of the mirror is a pair of swan heads.
In addition to randomly placed odd shaped pieces of coral, there is a glass jar filled with river and beach rocks picked up by Ross over many years.
Craning my neck to look over my shoulder to my right I see the shards of light filtering through the blinds. I like sitting in my nook later in the afternoon because that’s when the sun shines there.
My nook is where I settle for writing, with my knees bent, my feet propped up on the ottoman and my laptop on, well where else, my lap of course.
Do you have a special writing place?