Thursday, June 26, 2008

Provincetown 24

This is my bed in P-Town. The quilt is one that my mother made. After she died, she gave my sister-in-law and me pick of the quilts. She made several and never used them herself, just put them away carefully for us.

This is the bed from a different angle, showing my nightstand and the door that goes to the kitchen/living room. I've been doing a lot of writing with my laptop on the bed. Interestingly, a lot of writers have chosen to compose while in bed.

If you have been following my blog, you will remember when I made my Walt Whitman box from a Goodwill find. It works very well for keeping fountain pen cartridges in. I also have some of my favorite earrings in the bottom drawer.
My dresser with the Walt Whitman box. There wasn't enough shelf space in the apartment, so I had to improvise, using cardboard boxes.

1 comment:

ggw07 said...

Looks like a terrific hideaway! Enjoy every minute! Gretchen



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