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The Cave

As promised to Dive (Small Glass Planet), here is my cave, my quarters, my space. My horn is out for easy access because I have a lesson this afternoon and need to play through a few things before I show up for humiliation and degradation. I'm a little concerned about what Mike might be fixated on under my desk. He has uncovered spiders that could eat my chair under there.

Here is the other corner.

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dive said…
Thanks, Robyn.
Great to see you're a Mac fan too.
Your 'cave' is so tidy compared with my pit of sadness. I'll take a pic when I get home and post it, so you'll feel nice and smug and neat.

Do you find cats like to stare at nothing just to freak you out?

I wonder what Old Knudson's gaffe looks like. I can picture him living in the wreck of an old whaler, mad as Ahab …
9:56 AM
Scout said…
Yes, Mike is great at staring at invisible creepy things, which makes him a little creepy sometimes.

I have wondered about Knudson's surroundings. Although instead of Ahab I've compared him to Quint in Jaws.
11:27 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Thanks for sharing... so what would you say the "focal point" to the cave is? From an amatuer interior designers stand point - you must have a focal pont.. I'm having trouble finding one here, Although my eyes keep fixating on your horn. :)
12:01 PM
Scout said…
Focal point? I have several, which means I have none. I've got my horn and my computer and my cat and my window and my poster of the South Shore train to Chicago. Oh, and my coffee.
12:31 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Wow! It's a mess AND you have a cat. I'm totally allergic, but it would be grand fun to have a pet at the office. I have a photo of my humble desk, but I'd be ashamed to post it. :)
2:05 PM
Anonymous said…
with a professional interior designer's opinion...

the Cave is a harmonious combination of clutter and creativity, and it is well known that neither can exist without the other 99.9% of the time (ooh, clutter and creativity -- what a delectable name for a blog!).

outside the realm of the Cave, a single focal point is often a good indicator that the room (or designer) is trying TOO hard to achieve a "designed" look. normally because the focal point (or focal wall, the horror of horrors) is garishly overwhelming in conjecture with the rest of the space. instead, to achieve a true design aesthetic the idea is to compliment and connect the elements in the room so that the room as a whole is engaging and inviting without becoming matchy-matchy. every spare inch could have a focal point -- an addition that catches the eye for longer than a nanosecond -- as long as all the focal points play nicely together.

and kiddies, that concludes today's design lesson 101. :)
2:33 PM
dive said…
Sassy, Rich and Adair:
Come on guys. Robyn and I have come clean, now it's your turn.
Let's see where you're sat when you make these comments.
You know you want to …
4:27 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Robyn, something just caught my eye - in the "Other corner photo" is that a pic of you on the wall wearing the mini skirt and boots?

dive, I do want to show ya'll wear i sit and conjour up all my great comments and decorating sense but there's not enough light in my cave to take a photo that would show the true essence of my decorating ability.
9:41 PM
Scout said…
Rich, NO. It's a poster from the 20s advertising the South Shore train service running from Chicago to the Dunes in Indiana where I grew up. I rode that train line for several years.
10:14 PM
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