As I was going to bed last night, I look around my bedroom.
My eyes passed over piles of washing, folded laundry ready to be put away that the cat has slept on and clothes that will have the pass the sniff test as I'm not sure if I've worn them or not...
I realised I have a very girly room.
And it delighted me.
It's not like I have a mono brow or an excessive sport intake problem...
I just don't 'do' pink, flowery, frilly, fluffy stuff.
I do like the odd ornament though and things that invoke memories and remind me of special people and times and make me smile.
Some are just weird things found walking the dog behind the cemetery. As you do.
They all seem to congregate in my bedroom, a quite little safe haven...
With a healthy amount of fur balls and single socks that live under the bed.
Everything here has come from my grandmothers and great aunties. I like to think of their travels and lives and reason for collecting.
I wish I could have travelled with Auntie Bee. In the days when it was an adventure taken by boat, with stickers left on bags as a visual passport, not ripped off at the next terminal. When keeping in touch was telegrams and hand written letters, not excessive international roaming bills.
Slide show nights shown to a rapt audience on the back wall of the living room.
When it wasn't unPC to buy bookmarks made from real ivory and customs wouldn't probe and fumigate your timber clogs.
Imagine when it was normal to place milk in the 'good china' and have home made afternoon tea. Not a take away latte in a throw away cup.
Sitting around socialising with friends and neighbours. Knowing your neighbours well enough to have them in your home.
Grey hand painted drawers that were in my childhood bedroom. The first banish the pine project that turned out better than planned despite the disapointment of yellowing poly satin.
Yellow and grey is a hot colour combo and I'm going with that.
Swirly glass paper weights, a thank you from your parents for something you didn't need thanking for. You love them and helping out is normal and what your family does.
Finding a gorgeous pink and taupe pottery vase behind the cemetery. Admittedly that does sounds weird.
I usually stroll with my head down, searching for treasures...beautiful rocks, feathers, animal prints...snakes! Just as my Granny did. Nothing escaped her eye and lots of wonderful things made their way home in her pockets.
Finding old coloured glass bottles, swishing away the dirt, and filling them with native flowers from the garden.
Having a love of keys that belong to unknown doors.
Flip clocks to remind you your grandparents where stylish once... in the 70's....mm
Shiny silver birds because sometimes you need to thank your self and be surrounded by things that make you smile.
Even if the birds do have beady little eyes viewed head on.
I realised my bedroom nick knacks are an accurate reflection of who I am and my style, what I like and what makes me feel comfortable.
A mix of old and new, memories and function, shabby and neat...
a little bit girly.