Late, in Love, and a Little Drunk

This post was going to be all about decorating, but as I sat on the sofa this morning, listening to the rain fall outside, freshly made cup of coffee in my hand, I started crying. It took me about an hour to figure out why. I'm in my own home, surrounded by familiar things, and there is no fear in the pit of my stomach, no anxiety, just peace and contentment. For the first time, I'm in my own home, and I feel safe. Just typing that brought on a fresh round of tears; I'm not sure why, but I've learned allow myself to feel all the things and go with it.

As for the decorating, I bought a rug for my living room. As soon as I saw it I said, "Thats the one." ans when I got it home I realized why.



I made this pillow about fifteen years ago, and have hung onto it because I love the colors. As you can see, its a perfect match to my rug. The downside of this new purchase; its made of polyester, a word that is seldom in my vocabulary and never on my body or in my home. There is also a chemical odor, most likely becasue polyester has to have a chemical flame retardent on it because, baby, does it burn fast and hot. I'll give it a few days and see if the smell disipates.



It's a work in progress.