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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.

Comments

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 …
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.
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. :)
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.
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. :)
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. :)
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 …
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.
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.

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