It’s been raining for days. I used to dread cold, gloomy, rainy weather. That was before my blogging days. Now? I look forward to them because frankly, they seem to provide the best environment for writing. They have a way of helping to diminish the guilt that we tend to feel when we stay indoors on sunny days.
I bought a desk a few months ago. A desk that I could tuck away into a corner somewhere in my home – into a carved out a space of my own for the days I wanted to write. Days just like we’ve had this week. It landed up in the spare bedroom. A room that once housed my oldest son before he got married. A room that in my oldest son’s opinion, “got taken apart, dismantled and redecorated far too fast after he moved out” (He’s still a little heartbroken over that fact!).
My own space! It’s a place that I have carefully crafted into my very own oasis. It’s cozy and feminine and perfect for slipping into when I want to get away from the chaos and monotonous routine of everyday – the doorbell, the phone, my last remaining home bound son and his friends, my Hubs and his constant, endearing male questions. “Honey, where’s my glasses?” “Did you get the mail yet?” “Margaret, what on earth have you been using the credit card on!?”
Those are the moments when, yes, it’s time to hideaway in my oasis. I mean, honestly, for the past 30 years I have lived in a house of all men and myself. The ratio is 4 to 1. A ratio, in all honesty, that I have loved and adored because, well, let’s face it, boys are easier to raise than girls. No raging hormones. No cat fights with their female friends. No over the top emotional displays of drama. And, if my guys did get into a “disagreement” with their friends, it was heatedly discussed one moment and then forgotten the next. Easy as pie! Love my guys more than anything on earth!!!!
These days, I find myself hiding in my new, beautiful retreat more and more. And, during all times of the day and night. When Clark’s big, resounding snoring is keeping me awake, off I go to my oasis. This was an added bonus provided by my special holed-up sanctuary that was a wonderful surprise!! I had never thought about it as an escape from my sleepless nights when one of Clark’s colds (which he assures me that neither I nor anyone else on earth has ever experienced anything remotely as bad) or his allergies made it sound like I was sleeping next to the freight train. I used to just poke, kick or pinch him to get him to roll over to his side. This tended to give temporary relief from the quartet of loud trombones coming from my Hubs slumbering mouth. When he became so accustomed to those tactics that he started to sleep through them, I tried a new approach. I’d slap the mattress real hard right next to his head. At first, this would startle him out of a deep sleep. Heart racing and breathless, he jump straight up, hold his heart and ask me what in the world happened. Naturally, I’d pretend to be asleep, rouse sleepily and tell him he imagined it.
Now, I can just slip out of bed and away from his personal symphony and head to my own peaceful crash pad. It’s a win/win for both of us!! Hurray!
When I first decided to redecorate the room, I promised my hubs it would be a simple project. Slap a coat of new paint on the walls and buy a new bedspread. Like all worthwhile decorating projects, it turned into a monster. Once I got a new bedspread, well, the old night stands had to go. And, once those were replaced, New drapes, mirrors, wall art and lamps soon followed. Each day as Clark would get home from work and climb the stairs to change his clothes from work, he’d pause briefly by “the” room, glance inside and wonder what new addition he’d find. I would always assure him that whatever he spotted was a great deal with a huge, slashed discount!!! Now that I think of it, I was actually being very considerate in how I was saving him so much money!
This week, I’ve decided I need a small sofa, chair and ottoman or chaise in my home away from home. And, I’m on the hunt!
Stormy days. I once found them depressing, boring and lonely. Today I find myself comforted by surrounding myself in the space I call my own. Do you have a special place you that you can escape to when the creative juices are flowing? Or, when you simply want to be by yourself for, well, whatever reason? I hope so. It’s a life changer!