Finding My Happy Place

I was reading one of my favorite blogs today about places in the home people go to in order to relax and take a moment. Do you have a place that you escape to to get away from the noise of the day?

I didn’t until recently. It’s not that far from the action, but I can get about five minutes of “by myself time”, before the little spawn start migrating in…it’s like they catch my scent and follow me there.

I used to call it the “mom cave”, but that idea sort of went down the drain because I couldn’t manage a full-blown ESCAPE. Plus, there are no doors. Kind of a nice thing to have if you want to block yourself off from the crowd of screaming banshees.

It’s this room right here:

It’s dark right now because it’s a gloomy day, but I don’t mind. It’s not really “finished”, either. I don’t think it will ever be finished because I’m a changer-upper of the worst degree. Can’t leave well enough alone. It’s been through many incarnations, and not all good.

It used to look like this:

Sorry for the terrible picture, but this is before I decided to start blabbing about my house on a public blog. The room was empty and sad and I didn’t have any time to make it into what I wanted at that point (a playroom for the girls), and it just became sort of a “holding tank” for all the stuff I didn’t know what to do with. There was no seating, no rug, nothing on the walls. It’s the first room you really see when you walk in the door and it became an embarrassment – a reason not to have people over.

Over the last several months, it has evolved into the “piano room”. Early on, I did manage to paint it a more palatable color (for me, anyway). It’s called “Oyster” from Kelly Moore. It’s a color that a friend of mine used in her gorgeous home, and ya know, I thought if I used the same color, my house would automatically look like hers. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, but I do like the paint color. It’s neutral and it’s light. In a room with darker furniture pieces and without any native lighting (we have several lamps in there if you notice), it’s nice to have a lighter color on the walls. At night, with certain lamps in use, the room is very cozy and relaxing. I do still go there. A lot. Until the kids notice I’m missing and they come looking for me.

The rocker was purchased for the last baby. I love rocking my babies, so I just HAD to have one downstairs (in addition to the one upstairs), and this one was cheap. So cheap, it broke on the second day we owned it. It still kinda works (two years later), so I’m still kinda rocking it.

The rug was an Amazon find…a great, inexpensive, investment. It’s nice to have wood floors, but the hardness of them gets a little old, especially when you want to relax. This rug is not wool or any other fine material…it’s plastic, really. No, not perfect by any means, but it feels good on my tired feet, and it looks nice in here.

The piano used to belong to hubby’s grandmother and was given to us by my mother-in-law a couple of years ago. My oldest has started piano lessons, and it’s really nice that it’s getting some action.

Then there’s our collection of collage frames that I mentioned in this post. I love them so much. It’s a reminder of the family I belong to and love.

The china cabinet is an antique that belonged to my grandmother and her husband. It’s really old. I don’t know how old, but it’s old. It doesn’t really go with anything else in the house, and the only reason I hang on to it is that it reminds me of being a little girl and growing up in her house (we lived there for a while). When I open the drawers or the doors, I can still smell her house. I can remember taking out all of the aprons and trying them on, pretending to be my grandmother. She was quite the stylish lady. I loved playing in her clothes and shoes, and this china cabinet is just an extension of that. I inherited all of her crystal and china as well, and although I never use it, it’s pretty to look at and reminisce. It will be handed down to my children some day.

The coffee table is going bye-bye at some point. It’s glass and belonged to the husband before we met. It’s a nice piece of furniture, but it’s glass and it scares me to have little kids in the same vicinity. It will either go away or be re-purposed in some way (maybe after I spray paint the base and give it a makeover).

This little room has really been my retreat for the past few months, and although it’s had many names (the “play room”, the “dog room” when the kennel lived in there, and now the “piano room”), this is my happy place when I need a moment to regroup. Believe me, I need those moments like I need air to breathe.

Once the school room is completed, I will move on to the master bedroom, which has a DOOR. With a LOCK.

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