Post by Catriona on May 31, 2004 11:01:37 GMT -5
Taking a completely undeserved break from cramming an exam I am once again going to try and pry some information from you that I have undoubtedly no right whatsoever to.
The question is: where are you and what does the place look like?
I'll immediately answer the question for myself, because I'm not unfair and it will also give you an idea of what I mean.
I am at home, in my room on the first floor of the house. My room has a small balcony and I look out over a small park with a ditch (or euphemistically: a duck pond). That wall is almost completely made up of a window and the door to the balcony. There is a small red stuffed witch hanging in that window.
The window sill at knee-height is pink (darn the previous inhabitants of my home!)- there used to be a lot in it, but no longer. Okay, there's a small wooden doll (the kind you use to draw from, for correct proportions), a chinese tea set (tray, pot, and six cups, most of which have broken handles), a terracotta elephant with a small plant on its back (in a chipped pot *raises eyebrow*), a small yellow watering-cane, a vase with flowers, two black CD-boxes with my PC games and one small clock.
On either side of the window, curtains hanging all the way down to the floor. Behind the right curtain is a narrow niche where we built a bookcase- I keep what little I own of Dutch literature there, as well as most of my old Dutch children's books, the Judge Tie detective series, and the Russian version of Harry Potter .
Facing the window, next I'll be going to the wall on my right. My bed is there, with way too many blankets for this time of year . Between the bed and the wall are four half-height book cases with my collection of English literature ;D as well as my Bible, the classics, half my collection of fairy tales, and a few old family photo albums, mainly from the 1910s and '20s. Next to the head end of my bed I keep a small alarm clock and an old picture of my mother. On the wall over the cases: three pictures in wooden frames. From left to right- a poster-reproduction of a painting by Chagall (I think it's called "Angel in Blue", it's an angel with a bunch of flowers), then a picture-poster called "A Summer Shower", depicting a man and a woman in late 19th clothes, he holding an umbrella over her head. The third is the black-and-white 1914 wedding picture of my grandmother's parents. On the bookcases is a lot of junk that shouldn't be there, mainly papers, the Vondel anthology (Dutch 17th c playwright), an empty wallet, a Halloween terracotta pumpkin with a naughty grin (what in the world is that still doing there??), my sketchbook, and my old teddy bear by the name of Bob . There are also an additional two black CD-boxes, this time with my CDs, which look so ugly there that I placed a cardboard-poster reproduction of a portrait of Sir Thomas More in front of them. Under the bed- five yellow boxes filled with junk that I should've thrown out ages ago, and a row of shoes.
Next wall, opposite the window. A wooden showcase around one meter in height. It used to house my various collections of stones and shells and birds' nests, but I took off the doors and changed the showcase into a bookcase for my Times atlas, some more Dutch children's books, the rest of the fairy tales, my collection of medieval literature, and my few Peanuts books . A nice Chinese chessboard on the bottom "shelf", a simple wooden shield with a Medusa head painted on it (by me when I was fourteen ) standing in front of it. On top of the case- my black ghetto blaster, four Wajang dolls (Indonesian wooden performance dolls), and on the wall a typecase (you know, the sort of thing printers used to store their letters in) filled with small stuff (like a pretty bead, two small wooden angels, quite a few tiny owls in various materials, and a playing card depicting Athena).
Next to that case: my wooden wardrobe . Big wooden thing and not all too practical I may add. I keep my black pointed veiled hat on it (yes, I know you always suspected, so yes I actually have one ) and a small wooden ship my grandfather built just before he died (seven years ago now? I forget...).
Next to the wardrobe, another high bookcase. This one with my dictionaries and books on art, history, archaeology, and a few French comics (Asterix ). Stuffed owl on the bookcase, alarm clock (of which I still need to change the batteries) on one of the shelves, right next to a Magic card (Owl Familiar) and a vial of Indian ink. Against the case are my twig broom (yes, really), two maps of the kind you find in a class room (presents from an old teacher ;D) and my dirty old school bag, which I am too lazy to wash though it could use it after eight years' use...
The last wall! Well, there's the door to the hallway. On this side, there's a pinboard on the door- some important notes, but mostly nonsense on it: a few pictures of owls. A photograph of my black cat. A mean poem by yours truly, kicking the behind of a Mr Alexander Poe . Over it are two Indonesian masks of two grinning demons with sharp teeth and bulging red eyes, one yellow, the other green. On the outside of the door, a copper knocker shaped like an owl, and a wooden initial. Next to the door on the right side: my desk.
This is where I am now. In my red chair at the desk behind my computer (surprise! ) which stands on the left-hand side of the desk. Printer on the right side. In between them, books and notebooks from which I should be studying right now. Yet another clock. A desk lamp with a green cap, a small white statue of an owl. My phone, some more dictionaries, my dice ;D, a whole load of Magic cards I should still put on alphabetical order, an old CD coupon, some small change. A pen here and there, a British History ruler, some CDs, the remote to my ghetto blaster. On the wall over the desk two old-fashioned prints in oval frames.
Then not against a wall are a few things yet- a reed chair with a load of junk in it. Two pots with plants (some sort of palm tree? Have no idea what they're called but they've survived me so far ). Notes on the floor, two boxes with Magic cards (that I paid my brother to put on alphabetical order ), a small trashcan, and a suitcase that I should have cleared away *thinks* three weeks ago.
Remains that the wallpaper in my room is yellow with flowers (... what? I moved in when I was ten, ok?), my ceiling is covered with glow-in-the-dark stars (same reason- though frankly, I still think those cool. No I don't want to grow up. ), and the carpet is a faded pink (dang the previous inhabitants!).
The question is: where are you and what does the place look like?
I'll immediately answer the question for myself, because I'm not unfair and it will also give you an idea of what I mean.
I am at home, in my room on the first floor of the house. My room has a small balcony and I look out over a small park with a ditch (or euphemistically: a duck pond). That wall is almost completely made up of a window and the door to the balcony. There is a small red stuffed witch hanging in that window.
The window sill at knee-height is pink (darn the previous inhabitants of my home!)- there used to be a lot in it, but no longer. Okay, there's a small wooden doll (the kind you use to draw from, for correct proportions), a chinese tea set (tray, pot, and six cups, most of which have broken handles), a terracotta elephant with a small plant on its back (in a chipped pot *raises eyebrow*), a small yellow watering-cane, a vase with flowers, two black CD-boxes with my PC games and one small clock.
On either side of the window, curtains hanging all the way down to the floor. Behind the right curtain is a narrow niche where we built a bookcase- I keep what little I own of Dutch literature there, as well as most of my old Dutch children's books, the Judge Tie detective series, and the Russian version of Harry Potter .
Facing the window, next I'll be going to the wall on my right. My bed is there, with way too many blankets for this time of year . Between the bed and the wall are four half-height book cases with my collection of English literature ;D as well as my Bible, the classics, half my collection of fairy tales, and a few old family photo albums, mainly from the 1910s and '20s. Next to the head end of my bed I keep a small alarm clock and an old picture of my mother. On the wall over the cases: three pictures in wooden frames. From left to right- a poster-reproduction of a painting by Chagall (I think it's called "Angel in Blue", it's an angel with a bunch of flowers), then a picture-poster called "A Summer Shower", depicting a man and a woman in late 19th clothes, he holding an umbrella over her head. The third is the black-and-white 1914 wedding picture of my grandmother's parents. On the bookcases is a lot of junk that shouldn't be there, mainly papers, the Vondel anthology (Dutch 17th c playwright), an empty wallet, a Halloween terracotta pumpkin with a naughty grin (what in the world is that still doing there??), my sketchbook, and my old teddy bear by the name of Bob . There are also an additional two black CD-boxes, this time with my CDs, which look so ugly there that I placed a cardboard-poster reproduction of a portrait of Sir Thomas More in front of them. Under the bed- five yellow boxes filled with junk that I should've thrown out ages ago, and a row of shoes.
Next wall, opposite the window. A wooden showcase around one meter in height. It used to house my various collections of stones and shells and birds' nests, but I took off the doors and changed the showcase into a bookcase for my Times atlas, some more Dutch children's books, the rest of the fairy tales, my collection of medieval literature, and my few Peanuts books . A nice Chinese chessboard on the bottom "shelf", a simple wooden shield with a Medusa head painted on it (by me when I was fourteen ) standing in front of it. On top of the case- my black ghetto blaster, four Wajang dolls (Indonesian wooden performance dolls), and on the wall a typecase (you know, the sort of thing printers used to store their letters in) filled with small stuff (like a pretty bead, two small wooden angels, quite a few tiny owls in various materials, and a playing card depicting Athena).
Next to that case: my wooden wardrobe . Big wooden thing and not all too practical I may add. I keep my black pointed veiled hat on it (yes, I know you always suspected, so yes I actually have one ) and a small wooden ship my grandfather built just before he died (seven years ago now? I forget...).
Next to the wardrobe, another high bookcase. This one with my dictionaries and books on art, history, archaeology, and a few French comics (Asterix ). Stuffed owl on the bookcase, alarm clock (of which I still need to change the batteries) on one of the shelves, right next to a Magic card (Owl Familiar) and a vial of Indian ink. Against the case are my twig broom (yes, really), two maps of the kind you find in a class room (presents from an old teacher ;D) and my dirty old school bag, which I am too lazy to wash though it could use it after eight years' use...
The last wall! Well, there's the door to the hallway. On this side, there's a pinboard on the door- some important notes, but mostly nonsense on it: a few pictures of owls. A photograph of my black cat. A mean poem by yours truly, kicking the behind of a Mr Alexander Poe . Over it are two Indonesian masks of two grinning demons with sharp teeth and bulging red eyes, one yellow, the other green. On the outside of the door, a copper knocker shaped like an owl, and a wooden initial. Next to the door on the right side: my desk.
This is where I am now. In my red chair at the desk behind my computer (surprise! ) which stands on the left-hand side of the desk. Printer on the right side. In between them, books and notebooks from which I should be studying right now. Yet another clock. A desk lamp with a green cap, a small white statue of an owl. My phone, some more dictionaries, my dice ;D, a whole load of Magic cards I should still put on alphabetical order, an old CD coupon, some small change. A pen here and there, a British History ruler, some CDs, the remote to my ghetto blaster. On the wall over the desk two old-fashioned prints in oval frames.
Then not against a wall are a few things yet- a reed chair with a load of junk in it. Two pots with plants (some sort of palm tree? Have no idea what they're called but they've survived me so far ). Notes on the floor, two boxes with Magic cards (that I paid my brother to put on alphabetical order ), a small trashcan, and a suitcase that I should have cleared away *thinks* three weeks ago.
Remains that the wallpaper in my room is yellow with flowers (... what? I moved in when I was ten, ok?), my ceiling is covered with glow-in-the-dark stars (same reason- though frankly, I still think those cool. No I don't want to grow up. ), and the carpet is a faded pink (dang the previous inhabitants!).