Sanctuary

At the beginning of a new day, and especially at the end of a long one, this small bedroom under the eaves is my sanctuary

with its sloping ceilings, inheirited pale pink walls and red border I slowly add more pretty things, like this ornate vintage mirror

and it becomes more and more a place where I can find peace and calm

amidst the pretty things that I have gathered over the years and more recently

that reflect what I like

who I am

my tastes not anybody elses, 

like these pretty pale pink knobs on the old dressing table I rescued and painted

( Mr G has his own room thankfully as he snores loud enough to wake the dead ;0  )

so I can be as feminine as I want

with tattered but beautiful

 antique lace

and dusky pink walls

and vintage floral linen curtains

and ornate mirrors

and lots of cushions (Mr G just HATES cushions!!!!)

and I have just re-discovered today some squares for a pretty crochet cushion that I started for this room months ago

that I have worked on today for a while

a round here

and a round there

on and off

throughout the day

only 4 more squares to go now

9 should be enough

I find these colours so gentle and undemanding

off to do a bit more before bed

my sanctuary