If you ignore those two end tables that don't go there. And the lampshade with no base. And the empty basket that doesn't go there. And the fact that my tall bookcases are still in the entryway because they wouldn't fit up the stairs. Etc.
I wasn't sure how I felt about the two small attic rooms in our duplex after we moved in. They seemed haunted and/or overly womb-like. Now I like them again. Here is my office/garret/guest room. My friend Wendy and her brother made that small painted table in high school. That Marimekko pillow was my gift to myself when I first moved to New York three years ago. I thought, "A pillow of jaunty mystery. Just the thing."
I just noticed that this closet has a glass doorknob. You can't see it very well, but this painting is by my friend John. It's called "Setting Out." I'm always setting out.