My room is different from what it might be if I didn't share it. If I had my own room, it would constantly be messy, the walls covered with photos, drawings, charts, galore. Fortunately, I share a room with my tidiest sister, Avonlea. As a result, we have the biggest and (usually) cleanest bedroom in the house--barring my parents'. When our basement was being finished, it was our choice whether to make our bedroom one or two rooms. Since we chose to make it one room, it is very large with two closets and two windows. We each have our side of the room with our respective beds, windows, and closets. My closet is my messy place: A place that I make my own since Avonlea doesn't have to live with it.
The best part of our room is the bookshelves. The first thing we set up in our room was a bookshelf, calling dibs on all of our favorite books to put on it; and this past weekend we received an addition: A second bookshelf! We're still trying to fill it up, but it won't take long before it's just as packed as the one shelf was before. I think that the books change the way our room feels. The books make our room feel more like home.
Showing posts with label Bedroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bedroom. Show all posts
Friday, September 11, 2015
Empty
((Ya'll's stories are awesome! And yes, I'm absolutely a procrastinator posting this at the last second :D ))
My room is certainly not empty. The mess, while not overwhelming the room, does permeat throughout, cluttering the surfaces, obscuring the ground. Makeup is strewn across my windowsill and floor, marking where I get ready for the day. A straightener and blowdryer sit in front of an outlet on the floor, all centered around the mirror I've temporarily leaned against the window.
Clothes spread out across the floor in small piles, waiting for me to finally throw them into a laundry basket. Random bric-a-brac are scattered around--notebooks, decor and sentimental items I've yet to find a place for. As always, my bed is unmade, my two quilts and comforter resting in an uneasy pile on top, just in case of a chilly night. Next to the bed is a charger in the outlet, and a basket full of books I've yet to make a home for. The books act as a make-shift bedside table that I rest my phone and other things on top of periodically, sometimes causing even more of a mess when they fall off. My closet is half-organized with color-sorted clothes hung neatly on hangers, but shoes, fallen clothes and accessories sprinkling the floor.
No, my room is certainly not empty, in that it is definitely not bereft of physical items. But it is empty in that it lacks memories and history. Everything feels temporary, displaced, nothing settled, nothing attached to the newness of my room. But memories will come, and one day I will be able to look into the room and feel more than a conveniant room with a bed to sleep in. And for now, I'll just have to keep cleaning my definitely-not-empty room.
-Lacey Smetzer/Felicity Aaron
My room is certainly not empty. The mess, while not overwhelming the room, does permeat throughout, cluttering the surfaces, obscuring the ground. Makeup is strewn across my windowsill and floor, marking where I get ready for the day. A straightener and blowdryer sit in front of an outlet on the floor, all centered around the mirror I've temporarily leaned against the window.
Clothes spread out across the floor in small piles, waiting for me to finally throw them into a laundry basket. Random bric-a-brac are scattered around--notebooks, decor and sentimental items I've yet to find a place for. As always, my bed is unmade, my two quilts and comforter resting in an uneasy pile on top, just in case of a chilly night. Next to the bed is a charger in the outlet, and a basket full of books I've yet to make a home for. The books act as a make-shift bedside table that I rest my phone and other things on top of periodically, sometimes causing even more of a mess when they fall off. My closet is half-organized with color-sorted clothes hung neatly on hangers, but shoes, fallen clothes and accessories sprinkling the floor.
No, my room is certainly not empty, in that it is definitely not bereft of physical items. But it is empty in that it lacks memories and history. Everything feels temporary, displaced, nothing settled, nothing attached to the newness of my room. But memories will come, and one day I will be able to look into the room and feel more than a conveniant room with a bed to sleep in. And for now, I'll just have to keep cleaning my definitely-not-empty room.
-Lacey Smetzer/Felicity Aaron
Thursday, September 10, 2015
My room.
My room is a dark, messy place, with only one window, and clutter everywhere. I have a small bed in a corner with a bookshelf next to it, a dresser in another, and a desk to one side of my room. The closet door leads to an even darker room with hung shirts and storage boxes. I have various books strewn about the room, and my desk constantly has different piles of different things on it, books, paper a hatchet. That kinda stuff. The vent in my room is almost constantly blowing cold air, so my room is essentially a cave. A man-cave.
Williams awesome room
My room is a zoo! We have four animals in there five if you count my little Bro :D. There's a snake, two gecko's and a turtle. They're all quiet. Except the turtles filter which can get quite annoying until you get used to it. Usually we'll have a praying mantis or two in there in the fall as well. I share a room with my brother I sleep on the top bunk and he sleeps on the bottom. And there is a cursed part of the ceiling in the middle that comes down. I occasionally smack my head against it on my bunk. The room is in the basement and has a window well with no blinds. It gets fairly bright in the day time, I really like the daylight it is very comfortable. If there wasn't a little wall right in front of our door, it would be a pretty sketchy business trying to get dressed since the window has no blinds. I have some awesome choir pictures of me and of my brother that I am confident in stuck to the wall making that wall awesome.
My Cozy Little Room
Due to its recently being organized it has a sweet sense of simplicity and order.
When
I enter my room I have feeling of delight and comfort and I sometimes
get an urge to fall back on the voluptuous covers of my bed and sink
into a relenting state of peaceful bliss.
Although
my room is nowhere near extravagant and is in no way elaborate or
embellished, I find the modesty and neat manner in which it is arrayed,
quite pleasing. :)
Sister A's bedroom
Blank.
My bedroom feels blank, and not just because the greige walls are empty. The clutter in the corner where my husband keeps his electronics, the pictures piled waiting to go on the walls, the stack of books on my nightstand, none of these make this room feel anything but bare. This is not the room where I nursed my babies; not the room where I brought my twins home from the hospital; not the room where my children slept in my bed. It's not the room where I've cried and prayed and begged for forgiveness. It's not the room where I've laughed and read and snuggled with my husband. The familiar patchwork quilt on the bed and the display of my favorite books on the dresser and the sunlight flowing through the beautiful windows are all that connects this room to that past room. When I hang the pictures, perhaps it will feel less blank, but I think only new memories will make it feel like home.
My bedroom feels blank, and not just because the greige walls are empty. The clutter in the corner where my husband keeps his electronics, the pictures piled waiting to go on the walls, the stack of books on my nightstand, none of these make this room feel anything but bare. This is not the room where I nursed my babies; not the room where I brought my twins home from the hospital; not the room where my children slept in my bed. It's not the room where I've cried and prayed and begged for forgiveness. It's not the room where I've laughed and read and snuggled with my husband. The familiar patchwork quilt on the bed and the display of my favorite books on the dresser and the sunlight flowing through the beautiful windows are all that connects this room to that past room. When I hang the pictures, perhaps it will feel less blank, but I think only new memories will make it feel like home.
Gracious' Bedroom
(Sorry this is a little late... it's been a crazy week!)
My room is normally a bit of a mess, books strewn everywhere. You can tell it's been lived in for sure! The blinds, a little bit open add a cheery aspect to the room, as well as the light, when on. It is a small space, with a bunk bed on one side of the room, and a crib across from it, but it is very roomy and comfortable. Four dressers are carefully placed in expert places in order to fit them in. Right as you walk in, it's just color! The walls are a light yellow with one wall (partially covered with a bunk bed) with different squares of red, pink, and green. There is a large windowsill which is used as a bookshelf, so is sometimes organized, but most often piled with assorted books, binders, folders, and papers. There are many signs in the room that a Mormon lives there. A wall with handouts from church, posters, pictures in frames, quotes and more quotes! I love my disorganized bedroom, even if it is often that way! I feel at home there, surrounded by photos and pictures and light, I feel anyone could easily make it a cozy home.
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<3 ~ Gracious
My room is normally a bit of a mess, books strewn everywhere. You can tell it's been lived in for sure! The blinds, a little bit open add a cheery aspect to the room, as well as the light, when on. It is a small space, with a bunk bed on one side of the room, and a crib across from it, but it is very roomy and comfortable. Four dressers are carefully placed in expert places in order to fit them in. Right as you walk in, it's just color! The walls are a light yellow with one wall (partially covered with a bunk bed) with different squares of red, pink, and green. There is a large windowsill which is used as a bookshelf, so is sometimes organized, but most often piled with assorted books, binders, folders, and papers. There are many signs in the room that a Mormon lives there. A wall with handouts from church, posters, pictures in frames, quotes and more quotes! I love my disorganized bedroom, even if it is often that way! I feel at home there, surrounded by photos and pictures and light, I feel anyone could easily make it a cozy home.
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<3 ~ Gracious
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
My wonderful bedroom!
Here ya go! :D
When you walk into my room you see two beds with soft, fluffy, and teal blankets on the beds. The hard wood floor is cold and cherry brown. There is a black shelf with pictures of family trips and other memories. The room is filled with light coming in through the many windows. There is a bench filled with silky pillows under the bay window. There are many different vases full of flowers that give the room a beautiful, colorful look. The best thing about the room must be the beds. The two big beds are very comfortable and full of soft blankets and pillows. There are trundle beds under both the big beds that roll out easily and are just as comfortable. It is a beautiful, bedroom.
When you walk into my room you see two beds with soft, fluffy, and teal blankets on the beds. The hard wood floor is cold and cherry brown. There is a black shelf with pictures of family trips and other memories. The room is filled with light coming in through the many windows. There is a bench filled with silky pillows under the bay window. There are many different vases full of flowers that give the room a beautiful, colorful look. The best thing about the room must be the beds. The two big beds are very comfortable and full of soft blankets and pillows. There are trundle beds under both the big beds that roll out easily and are just as comfortable. It is a beautiful, bedroom.
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