Looking through my Window

For the next 2 weeks I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle. You shall hear my thoughts more frequently written from the dreamy blue and white sun porch. Seeing as we are approaching a move you will find many thoughts as I reflect on my childhood home. Today is just the start.
I took it in, the very faded worn carpet beneath my feet. An oval mirror framed my face set in the dresser which belonged to the bedroom set once used by my mother in her girlish days. My hat collection hung neatly on the wall waiting for a tea party. A faded nosegay of flowers lay on the dresser. Tagged with a note which read “to Aunt Bethanne from Janel”. Under the dark lashes my eyes took a final glance and then for what might be forever I walked out of my childhood room.

Living in a house with 3 brothers meant I had my own sleeping quarters. So the room with the wide bay widows and the sweeping red carpet came to be mine. Though I hear it was once my brothers. Thankfully there are little after affects of their short stay in my room. However I wouldn’t have minded a roommate. For I’m not one to be alone much.

Little time did I actually spend in my room. For I found it more enjoyable to be around other people. Or was it the fact I just like a cleaner environment? I’m afraid my room was not always in presentable order. Although it got a top to bottom cleaning on Saturday. I recall on one occasion mom was giving a tour of her immaculate house and then she came to my room. I doubt many surfaces were visible. Let’s not mention the articles of certain clothing that were probably lying about. Not easily embarrassed I proudly gave the tour. Refusing the offer given by our guests for some time to spiff up a bit. Now I might be embarrassed by our guest’s impression however I choose to believe they don’t remember.

My lack of cleaning was because of not because I didn’t in enjoy being Cinderella. On the contraire I loved cleaning my room. Especially if my cleaning spree involved rearranging. Having the same order could never do for me. Quite often the bed was moved along with the book shelf, dresser, vanity, rocker, table, and whatever else there was. Yes everything had to be moved. I shudder to think of my house some day. Will my husband ever know where anything is?

I’m not too much of a decorator I’m afraid. Although as the years went by 3 sets of curtains hung in my room. Bears were my decor of choice. No secret was it I liked them and I received many for various occasions. I set them about everywhere loving their warm friendly faces. Recently I discovered my faithful friends setting in my closet. Lovingly I wrapped them up and stored them away for a future time when they will be needed once again.
I won’t you to hear more of my room and so you will… another day!