A Room of My Own

So finally, the long-delayed follow-up to my January Post.  I’m sure you are all just as busy, yet still manage a post !  You’re all really inspiring.

Full disclosure……I had to take down the Christmas tree before I could write this post and that just happened March 1st, LOL!  What’s the longest you’ve left up the tree?  I think this might be a new record for me.  I enjoyed the lights until the end of January.  A couple of nights in February, I lit the tree but closed the blinds  because surely only crazy people enjoy a Christmas tree in February.

I love all the sparkly and glow in the room. But as the elves say to Santa, “that’s a wrap”.

Bonus! When you finally do get it down, the room always seems so spacious, ha! My petite library isn’t exactly spacious, but that’s ok, I enjoy cozy.

So again, here’s the before

with the dowdy light fixture…..

and today, welcome to la ‘urban beach vibe’!

(soon to catch on, LOL)

Wondering about the light?

It’s made of sliced shell and is probably my favourite thing because my cousin Sherri helped me pick it out.  Sherri lives in Ottawa and we don’t get to see each other enough but when we do, it’s full on fun.

It’s even prettier in the evening, shining like a big bright moon overhead!

The ‘curated’ look is what I covet most in a home. A home that looks like a collection of good memories.  Surrounding ourselves with small treasures found abroad, is my way of keeping the magic of a holiday alive.  So while in London last June, Mr B and I walked to Portobello Road Market.  Actually, the walk was just as fun as the market.  We walked all the way via Kensington Gardens.

True treasure hunters will relish the opportunity to navigate tiny booths down narrow crowded hallways of ancient shops.  I however, am quite claustrophobic and while I gave it a go, I don’t even know what I saw at the first stop. Panic set in and I headed for daylight and a big gulp of fresh air. But there’s plenty to see in the open market too.  What did I find?

These lovely old book pages, circa. 1940’s, which I had framed at home.  They caught my eye because I adore Winnie The Pooh.  Once I read the verses, I knew they would be mine.

“Down to the beach where the slow waves thunder ——-

The green curls over and the white falls under ———–

Boom ! Boom ! Boom !”

Isn’t it fun finding the exact perfect thing at a fair price?  I love them in the room and when I read the verse again, I’m reminded of that excursion to the market. Christopher Robins and me enjoying the beach vibe together !

From London, we headed to Paris.  Am I not spoilt or what?  If you’re a shopping maven, Paris is the place for you. As you know, tis’ not me. But, on a day trip to Montmartre, I found this lovely watercolour.

Montmartre is a high hill in Paris. We walked up some very steep stairs and visited the Basilica of the Sacré-Cœur there too.

 There are some rather touristy type shops round the corner to the Basilica but also a square where local artist paint outdoors.  I think they’re open to some bartering, although I was happy to pay the asking price.  I think it would get tiresome when people want your art at a discount and I didn’t want to be that person.

The scene in the painting is the exact view of where the artist sat. It’s a chocolate shop on the corner near the Basilica. Perhaps that could be Mr B and I standing near by? I know he’s never met a chocolate he didn’t like, LOL.

Thanks so much for your visit and traveling with me from your home to Paris via London and back to a room of my own.

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