An almost-room of my own
When we bought our house, one of the weird but appealing things about it was what we ended up calling ‘the nook’ – an alcove/cloakroom leading off the main bedroom through an archway. It wasn’t ever an en suite (not big enough) and I have no idea what it was being used for before we moved in. Oddly and slightly annoyingly since you can’t see out of it from the main bedroom area, its tiny window affords the best view in the house, over fields and the river Ouse to the Downs beyond.
For the first month after we moved, the nook was out of commission, stuffed to the roof with black bin bags containing what was left of one of the other oddities of the house – polystyrene ceiling tiles. Now these are finally gone, we’re getting down to the business of turning it into a writing space, because I’m sure I’ll procrastinate so much more effectively if I have a nook to do it in…
Here’s what it looks like denuded of polystyrene and stripped of wallpaper:
I’ve managed to find a cheap but perfectly proportioned writing desk to fit the space:
So now I just need to find a shade of paint conducive to creativity, put some shelves up, fill them with poetry books and let the Muse do the rest 🙂