I never knew that a teeny, tiny room could give so much happiness.
My office is a wonder.
It is my sanctuary. My hallowed place at home. It’s mine. All mine. Ok, all mine except for the printer which has nowhere else to live.
When we moved into our home my office was a hallway. Coming off the main hallway through our house, it led to a door that only ONE person has ever knocked at during the entire time that we’ve lived here. The hallway was dead space.
Here’s what it looked like:
An archway framed by hideous gold velvet curtains, and ugly fixed stairs going to an attic space. Totally unusable and awkward space.
We had a whole bunch of renovations done almost immediately after moving in, and in the middle of it I suddenly had the thought to close off the hallway with a door, replace the fixed stairs with a folding ladder, and turn the hallway into an office.
It turned out to be a very serendipitous idea as the work was completed just as the weather began to get frosty and D discovered how cold it was to work out of the garage. The office was his home for over a year and served him well. There was barely enough room to swing a cat, but D got a desk and chair in there comfortably. (The hideous gold curtains made wonderful dress-up capes, by the way.)
When he went into business with a friend, they got digs in town and the office lay fallow for several months, until I got a desk.
And then I staked my claim.
Despite having my stuff strewn all over the house – because let’s face it, I make 96.5% of the decorating decisions in my household – I didn’t know how badly I needed a nook of my own until I got it.
It’s brilliant. I can leave whatever I’m working out scattered all over the desk and shut the door. No more tidying up to protect my work from tiny hands. When I get overwhelmed by the noise my kids make, I can retreat in here for a minute’s peace. I can set up my sewing machine and leave it out. Okay, so I haven’t actually done this yet, but I could if I chose to. I can work and blog and shut the door to the world.
In it, are things that make me smile – like my ‘board’ (See above. It’s not a vision board really, it’s just filled with things that are beautiful and uplifting). It has a terrarium that one of my best friends gave me. It has a funny fox hanging thingee that my BFF gave me as she knows foxes are my totem animal.
Sometimes when I look at it, I think of my friend R, and and reminded how lucky I am to have so many lovely people in my life. People who ‘get’ me (and my totem animal).
It has my beloved pencil tin that I found for 50 cents at an op-shop, bought because it’s Mary Englebreit and I love, love, love her art.
I remember having no one around that day to share the glee of my find with, because Mary’s not that well-known in New Zealand. But I know you Mary! You rock.
Having my own spot within our home has made such difference to my contentment levels. I’m fortunate that I am able to have one and suspect that if I didn’t, I would have commandeered a corner in another room.
Not that I ever want to move again in my lifetime, but if I do, I will be sure to carve out a wee spot just for me.
Do you have a spot that’s just for you?