To me, home has meant shelves filled with well-loved books (or books I'm anticipating loving) and walls filled with colorful art and photos of people I love. My New York City apartment fills the bill...
|Art from travels abroad and my hubby's mother, Jan Chinnock, a talented Westport-based painter...|
When I woke up this morning, I opened my eyes to the sunlight sparkling on the lake and streaming in the bedroom window, and photos of my nephews and friends on the walls. I think I'm feeling a little more at home. Finally. Maybe this getting laid off thing will teach me what being married really means...relying on someone and sinking into their care and going from "I" to "We" a bit. We'll see....
|The bedroom with some wedding pics|
|A bookshelf with room to grow....|
|A guestroom that no longer looks like an after thought|
|Even the tiny coral bathroom gets framed, matted photos, courtesy of my office stash|
|More wedding images and a painting of our pond from a local artist, Janet Zeh|
|Fall grasses and the gazebo...|