{The Little Golden Book}: 16/11/11

From The Little Golden Book - 16/11/11

Sitting in my room, looking around, mentally placing things and moving things around.

Visioning shelves with lots of jars of little things I like to keep safe and little schleich animals on.

White walls with Polaroids and train tickets on. And artwork in pretty frames.

A dressing table to home my ever growing collection of nail varnishes and make up. A little mirror in the center and a chair (or stool) so I can sit and do my make up in the mornings.

A desk on the opposite side of the room. A little vintage chair to sit on to do my writing.

A little, but strong enough, table to put my record player on, in front of boxes of records. Some shelves above it for CD's.

A bigger bookcase or just more shelves so I can see my books. A stand for my guitar so I can also see it, enough maybe for me to want to play it.

Some more rails. I would get rid of that wardrobe if it was simple. But it doesn't bother me that much.

I do want to get rid and replace a few things though. Like beside tables, they're bulky and... ugly. 

I don't want them.

And my bed. It was one of many things bought because it was needed not because I like it. I didn't choose it, so in time, it will be replaced.

I want to get lots of shelves and storage so things can stay off the floor more often.

Skeletons.

 

I was brave and went out in tights on this cold but extremely sunny November day.
Often, I have unintentionally themed outfits. Yesterday, it was {stripes}...
Today, it was skulls...

Skull related things are just one of the many things I'm subconsciously collecting.

Skulls. Blue things. Records. Jumpers. Tights. Cowboy Boots. 

No wonder my room is always a mess. 

It was an average day, if I'm being honest. I went into town, I gladly didn't freeze to death in my stripy tights.

I didn't buy anything, because nothing is really needed and my room is filled with enough useless items.

I've done a lot of thinking about my room recently. I kind of prefer my previous room, I mean, at least it was painted.  It's been 7 months, that's long enough. 

I guess it's different now though, my dad can hardly stand up by himself for a long length of time let alone do any painting.

It's always been painted for me and then just left, as if that's all that needed to be done. And I've always been pretty content with that.
But things change, I spend more time in my room and treat it like a flat, like it's just me, these days.
Well, me and pixie. We share it.


There's one major difference between my old room and my room now...
There's a huge wardrobe lurking in the corner. I hadn't had a wardrobe for a while until we moved here, we inherited it, so I didn't actually choose it. I'm kind of more content with just... rails, now. I like simple things. But sure, it's useful.
It's white and I love white furniture, so I guess that's a pro to it.
I like to keep my dresses in it. And clothes I no longer really wear. Old, forgotten shoes lay at the bottom along side a ton of bags.
Another pro is that it has a full length mirror in the middle. Something I love having.


I want to gradually change the way the room looks entirely over the next year.
And form it into the picture in my head. If I have to live in it, it may as well look the way I'd like it to.