Wednesday, May 10, 2017
"Counting Flowers On the Wall...."
The old 1966 song of the Statler Brothers ran through my mind over and over as I crawled into my bed one afternoon this week trying to catch up on rest I've missed at night for a week now, coughing my throat raw.
Tissue boxes have been my best friend for eight days now.
The afternoon that I was lying in bed alternating between chills and sweats,
my brain serenading me with the lines,
"Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all...",
I wondered when I would ever feel well enough to get
photographs of my bedroom for my blog as well as
those for RH's bedroom.
I reached for my phone and shot up at the new fir beadboard ceiling that RH worked on all last week, tearing down a horrible acoustical tile ceiling, thankfully the only one in the house.
That brown thing in the corner that's for the new molding will be painted white when RH finds time to do touch up painting on the walls that he also painted last week with Benjamin Moore Dove White--or the Home Depot's copy of it.
I turned to my left and snapped my reading chair and bed table.
Yep, there's Cepacol and Vick's Vapor Rub and the toilet paper roll I was forced to use when RH had to go buy more tissues.
And my tall vintage rose lamp that was carefully packed for the move in a huge box by itself with lots of pillows around it.
Otis usually sleeps in my chair while Milo burrows under a blanket in his bed.
Outside one window the tulip poplar is loaded with yellow flowers.
And there's a treasured old piece of embroidery.
I turn over to the right and see my mother's red Bible and another beloved lamp. RH has both my bedside lamps on a remote where I don't have to get out of bed to turn them off after reading at night.
On the far wall is an old lithograph of John Constable's Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows that I've had for fifty years.
I sang "Counting flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all, playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one, smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo, now don't tell me I've nothin' to do" over and over as I coughed continuously and actually thought I had a brilliant idea to shoot the photos for my bedroom reveal from a sick bed.
Fever does strange things to a mind.
Yesterday I actually made my bed and didn't get into it.
I do think my bedroom is a vast improvement from the listing photo, don't you?
The fan's gone now. We moved a light fixture from the hall into my bedroom and one from the kitchen into the hall.
A few final photos...will you forgive me for so many,
maybe for one reason only?
Not because I've been sick but because.....
It's my birthday!!!!
I received beautiful cards...
And Jo Malone Tuberose and Angelica cologne...
And the loveliest flowers...
And a new sink, complete with installation!
Not to mention a whole kit of Young Living Essential Oils that I've been wanting, and a pot of African Paradise that I tried this afternoon in the shower.
And herbs all potted up from RH in 35 year old Italian terracotta pots given to us by RH's brother....
Oh the pictures could go on and on and I bet you're so glad they're not!
My heart is full of thankfulness for coming home to spend this birthday in our sweet little 1935 cottage.
And I'm am so very grateful for each of you who visits Dewena's Window.
Thank you for your patience viewing this harebrained way of posting my bedroom reveal.
Love to you and God bless you,