Wednesday, June 27, 2012
But I digress.
I am still at the stage where the room feels echoey. I need a rug on the wide, dark floorboards, to soften the stomping of my grumpy 'go to work' feet. I need pictures on the walls to help stop my hectic thoughts from bouncing off the walls. I need a light shade. Bare lightbulbs might be very so-hot-right-now-industrial, but I feel as though I'm working in Stalag 13.
So not ready.
But for once I'm taking my own advice. I bang on so often about how you can't wait for the 'right room' and the 'right time' and the 'right view' and the 'right place' to write. So here I am.
In a few weeks' time, when the power points are in the right place and the extension cords are gone, when the rug is down and the pictures are up, when the french doors are open and the scent of the garden is wafting through on the breeze (I am imagining a very warm winter's day in a few weeks time... go with me on this), then this will definitely be the right room. (And I'll take a picture to prove it, I promise...)
For now though, it'll do.
[image via Pinterest with no credit - please let me know if it's yours]