my bedroom ...
i have a splendid double bed, it came in a flatpack ... in this country, most every thing comes in a flat pack. my (present in scotland) boys, adam and ian, put it together for me ...
way back when.
my mattress is great, of the goldilocks type ... not too hard, not too soft.
there are two three drawered bedside tables, one on either side of the bed. the drawers contain "things of importance" ... medicines necessary for my continued good health, pocket sized photo albums, full of photos of my family, two lighters which no longer work but which have great sentimental value. face creams, which i should use but ... i don't! the mann's pen knife, it never left his pocket in all the years we were married, i would carry it myself but i fear losing it.
a tape i was given after a visit to a medium ... he could not produce the mann for me but ...
he recognized my healing abilities and told me i was wasting them, which set me on the road to studying reflexology. he was also able to see my horses, those horses of the spirit which surround me and lend me their strength. he gazed into the future and said i would become a person of importance in the place where i lived ... i don't think so... the reef is far too idle to reach for such a future!
i have reading lamps on both bedside tables. the side where i sleep usually has a pile of books ... reading, read or soon to be read. i have a very useful container which holds my glasses whilst i sleep. herself gave it to me, during the day when my glasses spend their time on my face i have a small, soft easter bunny which rests in the spectacle space!
on the far side table is a small clock in the form of a bright pink baseball boot. ms m found it whilst out shopping and it reminded her of me and my beloved pink allstars! i keep american time on that clock.
i have a wardrope and a chest of drawers which i purchased at the thrift shop downstairs, they obviously started off life as a suite. style ... art deco. most folks find them unattractive but for me, they are perfect. there is a solidness to them, they scream history and days of yore! i wonder who bought them ... new and proud, were they just married, did they have to save for their purchase ... a pound a month? was their life peaceful, exciting, joyous? where are they now, those original owners ... tucked away in a home for the elderly, dreaming of times past.
perhaps ... they have long ago departed this mortal coil, leaving children, grandchildren, even great grandchildren to carry their memory and their genes forward into tomorrow.
i have a dressing table with three mirrors, i do not care for it, it is a curvy, feminine piece of furniture and i am a boyish kind of woman. i found this piece at the thrift shop as well, i bought it for herself ... ms sugar being the type of woman who enjoys sitting before a mirrored dresser whilst she primps, preens and prepares!
on the floor under the side window - a wall cabinet, waiting to be attached to the wall above the basin. yep... i have a wash basin in my bedroom! this home of mine was designed and kitted out to be a respite home for the elderly. that did not happen and now i happily occupy the space.
the wall cabinet is my most precious pocession, the mann made it with his own hands during the last few months of his life. we had left the coast due to his increasing ill health and moved to a new abode, closer to the doctors and hospital he had come to need. our new home had two bathrooms and no bathroom cabinet, the pair of us went on a massive shopping expedition to find my perfect bathroom cabinet. we found it but it was way out of our price range! not a problem ... the mann took measurements and set about making an exact replica.
it was not easy for him, by then the cancer was taking it's toll, eating away at his strength, he was starting to lose the use of his legs. he would ask me to drive his car up close to his workbench and then he would prop himself up between them and work on the cabinet. he finished off the sanding, staining and varnishing on our dining room table as he no longer had the strength to stand.
the cabinet is beautiful ... and heavy. it needs special wall plugs and screws to hold it's weight.
one of these days one of my boys will do this job for me.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
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What a lovely story about your mann. I think I would have liked him a lot.
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