Her Octopus Garden

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biography

Hope Ammen
A lot of rich people spend a lot of money on a lot of ugly things. Now if f I was a millionaire, I think I would buy only beautiful things. I am not a millionaire. However, there is a satisfaction in simply finding beautiful things. It's nearly as fun as having them. Just less expensive. So rather than filling my shopping cart with all these beautiful things, I will simply put them in Her Octopus Garden.

My perfect, white room

Sunday, February 6, 2011

One day, when I grow up and have a house,
I am going to make one room extra special.
I am going to make one room my pure.white.room.

It will probably be in the back corner of the house, and it will be filled with windows overlooking a beautiful view: a lush, green forest, crashing, blue waves, or blue, jagged mountains. Either one will do.

And everything in this room, everything will be white.
Not stale white. I'm talking Crisp white. Lacy white. Billowy white. Soft white. Pure white.
Front and center will be my big, comfy white couch with a textured, crocheted white blanket thrown over it. Piles of white pillows on top, a thick, white rug underfoot. Flowing white curtains hanging from floor to ceiling, swaying with each breath of breeze and glittering spotlight of sun that sweeps in through those dozens of windows.

The only color allowed in my room will be in the form of plants.
A pale pink rose in a glass vase on the side table. Ivy climbing up the wall in the corner. Sunflowers peeking in through the windows. And those colors will give way to scents-- sweet scents of nature intensified by rays of sunshine.

And every morning, when the sun looks most young and jovial, I will go into my perfect, white room. I will walk in barefoot, so I can feel the cool tile floor lead into the thick, lush rug. I will allow myself to be swallowed up into my perfect, white couch with a cup of green tea, my Bible, and journal, and I will write and write and write...with the sun warming my toes and the scent of roses teasing my nose.

It will be my place of solitude, that you would feel very special to be invited in to.

Because in that place,
my life will be perfect.
Crisp, perfect, and white.

I Covet At:

Urban Outfitters Anthropologie Etsy Free People Mod Cloth Fossil Tiffany&Co Chanel Louis Vuitton World Market Mill Crest Vintage JCrew The Selby Remoldista Lonny Mag Refinery29