My study - my delight and my nightmare!
In the first place, its a misnomer if ever there was one! -
It could be called the blogging room, or the FaceBook room, or the talking-on-the-phone room or the staring-out-of-the-window room or the gathering-place-of-all-the-paperwork-in-the-world room.
Not so much.
In my defense, this is the reason for the turn-out. Here's the thinking: something constructive may actually happen in here if its streamlined and organized.
It may be delusional but i reckon it was worth a crack.
Turn-outs are quick and easy if you are the brisk, matter of fact type.
But my wiring makes them much more interesting I get to revisit many times and events of my life.
Kind of time/space travel
1. Displaced old photos (they should have been in shoeboxes along with all the others)
Which demanded to be pored over, memories flooding. My mother, a lot younger than my children are now, looking smooth and innocent, dandling me on her knee.
My adored older brother, serious as a toddler and sullen very early in his life. He hated having his photo taken - in fact he hated a lot of things - life was about rebelling against many things and people.
Loved but difficult. Still.
Me - a plain chubby toddler.
But a lot better looking as a teen than i remember feeling.
Quite sad really when i think of the agonizing i did in front of sundry mirrors
Then my younger sister, she of the huge dark baby eyes and shy smile, which made her everyone's darling.
I remember how i used to manipulate, bribe and boss her.
But graciously she has taken all that in her stride and we remain great friends.