I’m still moving in, which means my space here hasn’t really settled yet. But here are some images of the current state of things.
For antof9, here is the place I do the most thinking:
I’m in the process of putting my postcard collection up. It’s been sitting in a book since college, but I liked to have it up on the walls back when I was an undergrad, and I think my brain worked better in the highfalutin clutter. Some close-ups; note the Wall of Genius in the second and third shots:
Oh, and because I get extra points if I’m in the shot, here’s what it looks like when I turn toward the window:
(Z said, “It’s like they’re your own feet.” I have no idea what he meant. They are my own feet.)
Now, I’m assuming that since my naked butt was off-limits, xterminal wanted pictures of my books. Most of my books are actually in my office on campus, but here’s a shot of my reading corner:
The painting in the background was done by my sister sillygirl84 when she was in high school. Normally, there would be piles of stuff sitting on the floor around the chair, but I tidied up to try to imagine what kind of table-like thing should go there to hold some of that stuff. Now the nearest shelf is doubling as a side table for books in use:
bcjennyo requested a shot of my favorite stuffed animal. Well, I have three, and I love them all equally:
That’s Totoro, Haggis (the Scottie, from Harrod’s), and Cecil B. DePig. I discuss my more controversial ideas with them before offering them to the world at large.
And madame_urushiol asked for the most lady thing in the house, and I thought, What’s more lady than overpriced, unnecessary product? Thus:
…my shelf of overpriced, unnecessary hair products. This for the girl who doesn’t know how to use a blow dryer and puts her hair in a ponytail every day. I won’t tell you how much I paid for the luscious, minimal, expensive-looking packaging. Note cheap-chic makeup case to the right—one of those “free gifts with ridiculously expensive purchase” from the Lancôme counter.
And, finally, it’s not part of the meme but it is really cool—the lady pirate grendel1031 sent me as a housewarming trinket:
In other news, I had my oil changed today and got hit on by the car guy. He asked for my digits, and I told him that I could give them to him but they were my boyfriend’s digits too, so if we actually went out he’d have to go with both of us (technically not true; Z and I share many things, but a cell phone is not one of them), and he said, “Okay.” When I reported this encounter back to Z, he said, “You did give him your digits, right?”