When we first moved into this house, the former dining room became a “study”. Since my front entry hall opens into it, I kept it neat and clean most of the time. However, I soon learned that nobody, other than sales people, ever rings my front doorbell, and the “study” slowly became my “girl cave”. (Can you believe I still refer to myself as a “girl”? I don’t know why I never think of myself as being an
adult old lady.) I spent some time this weekend tidying up my girl cave, (although you won’t believe that when you see these pictures, but believe me, it was even messier than this!).
I love my “Mark Twain” plate I picked up at an estate sale years ago.
Some day I plan to do something to these old drawers to disguise how beat up they are. They corral some of the books I enjoy having around.
Yikes! Yes, this junky table is where I blog! As you can see, I kept it real. This is the way it looks most of the time (except that my laptop is normally open).
As you can see, I am surrounded by junk. I love junk. Junk inspires me. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
This antique file cabinet was another estate sale purchase.
My grandchildren inspire me, so their pictures, along with my children’s pictures, march across the top of the piano in my girl cave.
Now I will show you the real horror of the room (Just when you thought you’d already seen all the horrors in this room). This is something else that I intend to paint – some day. I also intend to straighten up the inside of it – some day. But, today wasn’t that day, and I am revealing it in all of its horrifying glory. It is filled with craft supplies. I know, you didn’t know I craft. That’s another one of those “some day” things I’m going to do, and I keep collecting supplies for when that day comes!
This is my favorite section of this case. I have two extension rods in it, and they are filled with spools of ribbon. Even though I don’t craft, I DO use ribbon frequently, and I love being able to see it all.
Yep! That’s my front door to the right of this messy card table. When a sales person comes to the door, they see this dilapidated card table piled with junk. I suspect they know immediately that this poor lady can’t buy anything from them.
Aren’t floor-length tablecloths wonderful? When I host a party and need to use this room, a lot of the junk hides under the tables. I have also put a decorative screen in front of my “craft cabinet”. The card table and its contents also slide under the cloth. This room ALMOST looks neat after I do all of that.
Thank you for coming to see the real me! Remember, if you ever come for a real visit, don’t ring the front doorbell. laurie