Fine lace doilies sat upon rosewood chests of drawers with brass handles of ornate scrolled polished glaze. Matching table runners with tasselled ends adorned the rose coloured wood grained table top. The bold contrast of cream knotted twine creating a laced, protective, nostalgic setting that added a touch of class and mystery to the world within the walls.
The windows were draped in burgandy velvet and the swags and tails swooped and cascaded into soft folds. These topped the cream laced underlay, creating a dark backdrop and air of mystery to the scene.
The room, a private sanctuary, for no visitor was welcome across the thresh-hold. It was not a room for others to partake a meal in this lush rosewood dining room. This room was set aside for one's own undulgence. Only one person could appreciate the finery of the china nad glass pieces, from the salt and peper shakers, through to the ornate vases. All decorated with finely detailed roses. Mostly in shades of red, pink and burgundy. The leaves in various shades of green, only enhanced the floral display on the china surfaces. Glassware was etched rather than painted. Each piece was exquisite and finly carved.
The room was inviting with the romanitic tones of time long gone. I'd often sit and marvel at the pieces on display. Some of the items on display were bought by myself, but so many more were given to me as gifts from loving friends. Some friends are gone from my life now, but the room is a constant reminder to me, and I find great comfort in times of trial or stress. I just enter, sit quietly and ponder, in no time at all my mind becomes thankful for all that I have.
Other's if permitted to enter, would consider this room a cleaner's nightmare. For everything must be dust free to appreciate the sanctuary. The effort of cleaning each piece is not a chore however, but an effort well afforded, for the harmony and peace I experience within my private room of trinkets. This room has the ability to make me feel loved and cherished, and keeps me sane.