I'm skipping David's room [ he's entitled to a bit of privacy and it's not as though he can tell me if he minds me splashing his space all over the net]
which brings us to MY room
which generally comes as a total surprise to anyone who really knows me IRL. I am most emphatically not a girlie/ cutsie type ... but for the very first time in my entire life I have a pretty room and I love it.
I finally have the Edwardian cast iron bed and froufrou mosquito netting of my dreams
This is my tree... obviously ...
so it has things that speak to and of me:
vintage silver sugar tongs
everything in silver and pearl and crystal
and a faux-Victorian Saint Nick in patchwork cloak, from a kit by Judy Golder, sitting on that little piece of not-at-all-faux crazy patchwork that I found at the Historical Society Garage Sale last month. It just fits the top of the DVD player perfectly, making that particular anachronism less obvious.
Shabby chic-ish angels hang from the mosquito netting and great grannie's tallboy [ armoire ]
A delicate crystal-like [ ie plastic] swag sits on the tallboy in company with a Victorian angel, and another 'crystal' swag is wrapped around the foot of the bed.
and now is probably a good time to revisit catsmum christmas decorating hint # 306:
If it sits still, tie a bow on it.
oh and a postscript from yesterday's seniors' visit: the one thing they couldn't get over was that I had a tree in my bedroom!