Or really the guest room of my parents house. Hey, at least its not the basement anymore! I was getting mold poisoning (my term) or you may know it as a mold allergy (whatever) in the basement so I moved on upppp to the east side/guest room. My parents are getting weary of me redecorating their house with my African treasures so I chose only a few precious items from my downstairs bedroom to bring upstairs with me. I set up my little bedside table and this is the result. You like?
The book pages tacked on the wall are a few of my favorite pages from books that I tore out. I just like to have the words near me. I used to open up my books all the time and re-read these passages and finally one day I just started tearing all my favorite passages out and sticking them to my wall. Someday I will frame all of them in simple light pine frames and cover a wall with all my favorite words. I should probably do this in the bathroom so I always have something to read. Kidding! Not really. Sometimes when I'm supposed to be leaving for work in the morning, I find myself in front of my pages, just reading the words over and over. Each passage is like a delicious dessert I can lose myself in.
