My bedroom

My bedroom is pink. Bright, brilliant, boisterous pink! Hot pink, love pink, valentines pink. My curtains are a greenish blue with a damask pattern. I have a brown stained desk that I sit at and write my letters, it has a beautiful mirror and gold etching on the drawers. I have a white dresser that is distressed with gold handles. I have beautiful woven rugs, two to be exact. I have an ivory bed cover with a medallion in its center. I have a cross-stitched pillow with a floral design lying in front of two shams that match the bed cover. I have an afghan given to me by one grandmother that lies at the foot of my bed. My other grandmother had given me a handmade quilt that rests beneath my bedcover. I have dark wood floors and two white bed tables. I have matching lamps and several picture frames that grace the faces that I love. I have artwork on the walls, one given to me after my grandmother passed away and another that I found at an old vintage store. I have golden sconces with beads and honey colored candles in them, these surround a golden egg-shaped mirror. I have several fake flowers in ivory vases and a golden platter hanging above my headboard. My headboard is tall, of dark wood and has an ornate design. I am sitting in a dark wood chair with a beige seat and caning on the back. My back is supported by a golden pillow with lots of ruffles. I have a golden vase that houses the only real plant in the room, it's an ivy. I have a wreath hanging above my door but that will be coming down tomorrow.

Snow

It's evening on the 5th of February and it's snowing outside. It's beautiful and it makes me feel romantic. It makes me want to don a beautiful full length gown with lace and satin. It makes me want to softly pull my hair up. It makes me want to delicately hold a tea cup in my right hand and steadily hold a matching saucer in my left. It makes me want to sit by a fire in a wing back chair across from an old friend and listen to stories about when she was a girl. It makes me want my sisters. It makes me want to wrap a shawl around my shoulders. It makes me want candle-light, I want to see it's gentle glow dancing on the walls. It makes me want to live simply and fully. It makes me want to smile. And I do.