Beauty in the Ordinary

"lovers alone wear sunlight" -e.e. cummings

I love east-facing rooms. Waking up to natural sunlight in the morning and drinking a cup of coffee while reading a book in bed is blissful. This room is in my dad's small house in West L.A. I found the the bare white wall and unfinished wood nightstand quite appealing. The bed is actually a small pull-out love seat and was very comfortable to sleep on.

"Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair, top of piano, window ledge, in the middle, on the edge, open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do, fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks-- anywhere! they don't care! cats sleep anywhere." -Eleanor Farjeon
When I was walking on the beach path at Venice there is this little bookshop that is semi-hidden at the side of a popular outdoor restaurant. The bookshop is labeled, but unless you know it exists or are paying close attention, you would bypass it completely. Walking inside was surprising because the shop was a lot bigger than it's single nondescript door let on. Inside many of the books were little tabs with reviews and suggestions to guide visitors while perusing. The whole setting was cozy and felt like someone's personal library instead of a store. When I saw this cat snoozing on the stool, I had to take a picture. Two of my loves -- cats in bookstores. Precious.
No quote to go below this picture. It's just my desk. I don't like when my desk gets messy like this. Though I enjoy rediscovering random stuff I have, it sometimes takes me awhile to put it away again after rediscovery. During a recent adventure into the cave below my house (a.k.a. our basement), I found my Gameboy COLOR. It had Tetris inside and I suffered a temporarily addiction to the game. After a few days of incessant Tetris gaming, I forced myself to leave the Gameboy behind when I went to Chicago. My brain was turning to mush all too quickly. The Tetris music rocks by the way;) Other than the Gameboy, I found this photo of me and my two friends when we were all in eighth grade. It now resides with a few other of my beloved pictures in the photo album frame on my desk. Also, anyone ever read Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli? Awesome stuff.
So I was sitting in what I call the Reading Room in my house in Illinois when I hear this giant whop to my immediate left. I whip my head around to see that our entire sliding glass door has been shattered and I'm assuming it's the fault of some amateur-flying bird. Though shattered, the glass remained in tact. It looked neat.
Another view of the shattered glass door. This time with the orchid bending toward the sunlight. I love my parents' rustic taste.