This is how far I have gotten in my living room and quite frankly I am pretty content with it just as it is. LOL I know I need furniture and I can’t wait to put in my red sectional but I don’t want to fill the room up. Once I put in the couch then comes the table and then the tapestry on the wall, the shelves for the electrical components, the tv on the wall, pictures of all my grand kids and it just keeps on adding on until before I know it the whole place is full: corner-to-corner, ceiling-to-floor. LOL
Notice Bears toy on the floor. He is feeling better obviously as he is following me around placing his toys where I can see them…his open invitation to play catch. Every time I ignore the toy and look at him he has another ready to play…he never tires of it. I love this little guy. He has so much personality!!
I finally gave in and played with him and I wore his little butt out. He did pretty good to only have one eye but he did bump into the table one time. Awww poor baby.
My living room makes me happy that I am changing it up and yet so many mementos it also makes me sad. I like having certain memories of people, and now I admit…that is what I hoard, and honestly, as sad as it made me tonight, I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
The sheer curtains in the middle, my grandmother. The cardinal, Louise. The angel book ends, my mother, the etiquette books in the bookends, Louise (and the drawers too).
The bronze statue, and the bowl, my mother (placed in the eastern side of the house…she’d be proud of me for remembering that. I can’t remember what kind of candles go in the bowl though so I filled it with potpourri). I cut some eucalyptus branches off my tree and stuck them in the vase but I think I either need to add more or take them out.
Flowers from my Mom’s memorial service makes me think of my cousin in California, who I have to call, lamp, and table= Louise, The cardinal lovebirds, hope for me finding Mr Right one day…and the little dish came from my first grandchild who made this for me in school. Awwwww. On the bottom is her name scratched in the dough and “2127110”. I might be having a brain fart because for the life of me I can not figure out what those numbers mean!
Anyway I can’t wait to get home tomorrow so I can do some more. Yes things are starting to shape up around here. I hope to be able to put my bedroom back together by the weekend. I hate that I am still sleeping on the guest bed as it is very uncomfortable!! and that makes me think of my little sister who passed away a few months ago. She came over to spend some time with me and was the first to sleep on it. The next morning she told me to never make her sleep on that God awful bed again…she hated it and I had to give her my bed to sleep in. LOL sorry Gina. It’s a leather futon, it looked good and it cost a few nickles…who knew it made a terrible bed? LOL