A Place of My Own

Four years ago, I bought a calendar called "A Place of My Own." Each month featured delightful drawings of cluttered homes, porches and yards, complete with lazy cats.

My clutterbug nature understands clutter and cats completely!

I half-joked to my friend that I got the calendar until I could get a real place of my own. Since then, I've stayed in places, but they just haven't felt like my own.

What makes a house a home? What makes a place a place of my own? I've got a list of 'feels like home' necessities. Books, seashells, candles, incense and teacups make up part of the list. And even though the places I've lived have contained many of the items in my 'feels like home' list, they haven't felt like a place of my own.

I'm not sure what ingredients are missing, but I'm not going to worry about it. I figure, when I find that right mix, I'll know that I've found a place of my own.

Until then, there's a lot of hominess out there that will tide me over until I do find the right mix! One such 'tide me over' tidbit is a blog I've loved since I first read it some months ago: "My Shabby Streamside Studio," by Sandy Foster.

The blog's author has a haven from the outside world, a tiny Victorian cottage that truly is a place of her own. Beauty abounds in the shabby-chic oasis and is inspirational. It nourishes the soul. Enjoy!


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