Eclectic Space

My home is a mish mash of books and art and plants. Leather and velvet and cozy throws, footstools and tiled end tables. Rugs with mad colors and black iron ceiling fans pushing air towards antique Mexican carved armoire cabinets filled with liquors and hidden chocolate bars and playing cards. The walls carry framed treasures from artist friends, my children and a lot of my own pieces of acrylics, oils, photography and mobile manipulation. And tucked between random stacks of books are pieces of glass in a rainbow of colors. Some with iridescence that speaks to the crow in me. And moving or not moving, depending on their inclination, are cats who own my heart. Those warm fur balls who stretch long in patches of light or curl tightly in their heated nests on frozen winter days. But best of all is when I commandeer the sofa for an afternoon nap with a soft blanket and they make their way up to nestle over my heart and dream of snacks waiting in that cabinet for after I join the waking beings again.