A couple of months ago, I wrote a post about trying to create my own safe haven in my bedroom. It's a work in progress and will be for awhile. Recently, I added custom silhouettes of my husband and I to put on either side of our bed. Heather at Audrey Eclectic made them for me. She was the same artist who painted our stunning family portrait. I had my husband hang them on the side of the bed we sleep on. Such a wonderful addition to our bedroom, that also adds a bit of historic flair with the Regency-era flavor that was added to the silhouettes.
My dashing husband
I also just added some pillows to my bedroom window seat. As pictured in my last post, I bought a Halloween pillow in Salem on my birthday, with a raven no less.
Try to overlook the ugly surround sound cables on the floor. My husband's next project is to take care of those.
Slowly, but surely, my bedroom is turning into a refuge and sanctuary, and I am loving each and every addition big and small. Still have painting to do and a couple items of furniture we are looking to add and some to subtract, but it's coming along and is a huge inspiration when I sit down to write, which I'm thankfully doing a lot of these days.
I'm always a bit of a complainer in March. It is my least favorite month. I love winter, spring, summer, and fall here, but March seems to be in a category all its own in New England. It is the ugliest month. Generally, it is too warm for beautiful snow, but hasn't yet reached its spring bloom. It's just a blah, brown month here, what they call "mud season" from all the snow melt. And so, I haven't been out taking many pictures this month, but I'm realizing March does have its advantages. Well, for one March is maple season in my neck of the woods, and that is pretty awesome. But an even bigger advantage is that since I'm not too tempted to be galavanting around, taking pictures willy nilly, I have been writing nearly every day. Very gratifying.
I did manage, however, to take a quick picture of a March day I loved this week. It was a warm, foggy day, full of atmosphere and moodiness. So, on my walk home from taking my son to school, I walked by our old village burying ground and took a few shots of lovely fog and slate stones.
The graveyard seems to be one of the only places left in the village with snow of the ground. Odd, but beautiful.
Strange as it sounds, walking through this old burying ground is also a sanctuary for me. It is peaceful, beautiful, and full of history. Another one of those places that stirs my imagination.
Posted by Alyson (New England Living) at 1:21 PM