This is where I usually sit to read, watch TV, do crochet, sew on buttons, or have a cuppa.

In the mornings the sun shines through the lace loungroom curtains and leaves their shadow behind my chair.

The furniture in this corner is all meaningful to me – either because of who gave it to me or where and when it was acquired.  The mirror is from my cousin, the painting bought on honeymoon in Vietnam, the lamp a present from my brother, and the three-legged shaker table that it is on was made by my father.  The lamp is sitting on an embroidered, crochet lace-edged doily made by my mother, and the beautiful quilt is a present for Stella made by a dear friend.  The craft project holder beside the chair was a birthday gift to me from Clare’s godparents.  The chair was bought when I first moved into a flat on my own, and I bought the footstool at Flemington Craft Market.