greetings from Narnia!

[tamaranth]

Last night I went through the back of the wardrobe. Several times, in fact. As did ladymoonray, who undertook the task of constructing it while I did the room-design equivalent of a three-dimensional jigsaw. Luckily, we were able to rotate the shelf unit through a previously-unnoticed transdimensional portal by the door.

So now I have a canvas-covered yurt wardrobe, a room designed for lounging around with cats (i.e. stereo, books, laptop within easy reach of bed) and a sense of Home that I never really had in my last place. Perhaps it's because I spent most of my teenage years in a very small bedroom: small rooms feel cozy and homely to me in a way that large airy rooms -- for all their other advantages -- never will.

Wardrobe? ticky.
Lion? something scary at the top of the stairs this morning
Witch? no, that's my landlady <g> and she ROCKS.

Comments

[ladymoonray.livejournal.com]

I'm so relieved you like the room. It's always felt nice and friendly to me, but I've never had to live in it! Sorry for bowing out of the last bit of furniture-moving last night, but I really was exhausted. I meant to come downstairs and do all sort of stuff but I just crawled into bed instead.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

But apparently you're not a witch! Are you going to take that level of insult from your tenant?