A couple of posts back I hinted that my wife was a sentimental romantic who, if given free reign, would decorate our house like Laura Ashley or Thomas Kincaid. That's not exactly true, as you'll see in a moment.
I just said that about her because her recent choices struck me that way, but now I feel guilty about it. Just so I don't burn forever in Liar's Hell, I'll try to compensate by giving a more balanced view of her here. I'll show you how she decorated her own workroom, which I find endlessly fascinating.
Well, to start off, she's had a technical education so she hung a number of framed photos of old-time civil engineering projects on the wall. The one above shows a wooden trestle leading to a logging camp in Oregon.
Then she has a number of funky wooden shelves to hold her rock collection. They're mostly samples she collected herself on her travels. Inbetween the rocks, on the wood-paneled walls, she's hung canteens, old oil lamps, camping paraphernalia and a Navajo Indian rug.
There's a few geological maps up there.
And a nifty forest poster.
And animal posters. She loves wildlife.
She's an archer and put up a couple of target posters with animals on them, but they're for show and she'd almost rather die than shoot anything that's alive.
She likes chemistry...
...and she's very fond of this Fragonard print (above) showing a girl reading. She's read a gazillion Agatha Christie-type mysteries and collects Kipling, Karl May, Jean Straton Porter and the Travers Mary Poppins books .
She put up this replica of a Renaissance bas-relief and it looks great.
Well, that's it more or less. There's family photos and stuff like that but I won't bother you with that. Um, there's one more picture you need to see, but it's not from my wife's workroom.
Haw! It's a picture I assembled. It shows me as Mr. Meek with a portrait of my fictional wife in the background. It's funny for Mr. Meek to have a wife like that and my real-life wife...who's very sweet...will hopefully understand when she sees herself slandered on the wall over my desk. Sigh! I hope she realizes that sometimes you just have to take it on the chin for art.
Yikes! I made myself transparent! I'll fix it!
