Monday, August 30, 2010

Day Twenty-Seven - Your Favorite Place

I meant to do this post last night, but I fell asleep. . .

My favorite place is my house.



It's painted peach, which is my favorite color. It's very small, but still too big for me.

No, I don't have anything fancy. No expensive artwork on the walls, none of that. You'll never come in my house and squeal oooh and ahhhh...

Although I love fresh flowers for the coffee table in the living room.




Not sure what possesed me to buy white furniture.



But I love my microsuede sofa. I especially love that chair and ottoman in the far corner, as that's my favorite place to crochet, or kick back with my laptop and do a little writing.

I love that my garage is in the back of the house. It's very "bat-caveish", lol.



Nope... I'm not fancy, nothing fancy here.

It's just my personal place of peace. That's all.

It's my home. It's where I can get away from all the worries, cares and expectations of the world and just be me.

7 comments:

  1. Amen to that! Ain't nothing like home...sanctuary like a mug...lol

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  2. That's exactly what it should be, a place of peace.

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  3. I feel the same way about my home. You bought white furniture because you don't have small children. I had a white microsuede couch when the Prince was a toddler. He took a blue magic marker to it. I've had dark furniture ever since.

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  4. Anonymous3:04:00 PM

    in dorothy's voice-- there's no place like HOME!
    VIVIAN

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  5. I like houses with the garage in the back. Ha! ha! Batcavish that is funny.

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  6. I know what you mean, there is NOTHING like being at home. Its my sanctuary too.

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Slap the *crickets* out the way, kindly step up to the mike, and SAY something!!