I've decided that my home has a name and it's name is The Library. As much as I would love to live in a cottage and name it The Insert Something Funky here Cottage, that is not my situation. With the horrible term condominum generally representing something one owns and apartment meaning the same thing but one rents it, and flat sounding too pretentiously wanna-be British, I am always stumbling over home related words. I used to say 'my house' so easily but it's not a house that I live in anymore. There are books piled up in every room, neatly stacked though they are, and I think that books taking over may be one of the first impressions my home gives. I have fiction and non-fiction, reference books, hard covers and paper backs. And I love to share my books. I love nothing more than to grab a friend and steer her towards my stacks of books and say go ahead, borrow something. Chances are I have a few things in mind that I want to encourage her to borrow too.
So I think that my home, if it is to have a name and I am rather hell bent on it having one, should be called The Library. Overall that sounds better than Cat Fur Infested Houseplant Jungle don't you think? I promised I would share a few more pictures so now is as good a time as any.
When you come in my door you step into a foyer that is quite nicely lit with natural light because the centre of the building has an atrium with a glass ceiling and glass block windows that face into my hall and my sitting room.
When you come in the door, there is a mirrored coat closet straight ahead and to the right is the first glass block window. One of my own paintings leans against the glass and two of my elephants are on the sill beside it.
As you go to the right down the hall there is another glass block window and a bathroom on the left. There are candles and more of my art on the window sill. The bathroom is how I found it when I moved in. I don't love it or hate it but have done my best to impose my own taste on it. The shower is never used so I've covered it a bit with beads and a hanging with a quote from the Dalai Lama. On the back of the toilet, because I think it is amusing to do so, I've place a book called The Bohemian Manifesto. Everyone should take a little time while on the toilet, to read up on how to be bohemian. I have a couple of stubbly little plants which I am hoping to encourage to grow with the help of the skylight. The door just past the shower leads to my laundry closet.
Between the table of books and the sofa, is the spot where I stand and pretend to be a model. There are a few books stacked on the floor there and the opposite wall, where I set up the camera has several stacks of books.
My sofa is very old. It had belonged to my parents and is a good quality sofa of the kind one should get reupholstered. I would like to get that done one day and the cushions could stand to be replaced but for now I live with it as it is and cover it up with a textured white bedspread from the thrift shop. I spend a lot of time there reading or blogging, and you can see that from it's rumpled condition and the laptop that is sitting there. The two arm chairs in the sitting room are also hand me downs. One goes with the sofa and the other belonged to my grandparents originally. The trunk, which I use as a coffee table, is a pine settler's travel trunk, and it came to Canada from England in the late 1800s. I have the date written somewhere. The chest in the far corner was something a colleague was throwing out so I happily took it. The same colleague was getting rid of the dresser in the photo above. It was in rough shape so I stained it a beautiful teal blue.
Because I had hoped to paint the walls, I was reluctant to put things up. I've lived here nearly a year now and gradually began to hammer nails into the walls and hang things. I still hope to paint soon, so what hangs on the walls may evolved a little in time.
I hope you enjoyed the tour.