This post is in honour of Kylie who recently said the title line to me and to Vix, who has serendipitously just posted the twin post to this.
I do have an office, but it's buried in junk, and it's a bit cold, so this is it. The de facto freckleface HQ. Where all the important business takes place. Like reading blogs and that. Watching things on ebay that I forget to bid on. Playing scrabble online. All that sort of critically important business.
In a corner of the dining area sits an eighteen year old two seater habitat sofa with loose covers which I made and dyed red, and cushions which end up squashed daily. I'm always plumping.
On the wall behind is an original oil painting of an alpine scene with chalet. I bought it from a lovely couple for £1.50 at the car boot. I wanted to give them more, but they were desperate to get rid of it.
There's a little stool to one side for my cuppa. It's actually part of an old washing dolly which I bought in my first week in Nottingham, when they used to have a market on a Wednesday night. It's covered in a crewel work linen square I got from Newark Antiques fair years ago for a pound.
The coaster is one of those balsa wood painted and gessoed Italian ones which we bought a few years ago in San Gimignano. The little basket which I decorated with some edelweiss braid, sits down the side of the sofa. It holds knitting stuff and dust.
I think the Chrysanthemum, like so many other plants originates from China.
Honestly, life is a constant struggle.
So now, what I would like to know is what does your blogging space look like?