I've been promising pictures of my place, now that it's been painted and bookshelves have been built and my art has been framed. So here they are! (The pictures from when I first moved into this apartment are here.) [I meant to put this post up yesterday, but could get neither Scrapbook nor Photobucket to cooperate.]
The colors of the paint don't seem to be coming through properly - there are only four colors: pale yellow in the hallway, kitchen, library, and living room; greenish-greyish-blue in both bathrooms; royal blue in the guest bedroom; soft, creamy orange in the master bedroom. Also, if you want to know more about any of the art or objects pictured, feel free to ask.
Working from the back to the front:
This is the guest bedroom. One wall is yellow and the rest are royal blue. The seascape is an unaltered photo I took in Australia several years ago. The sketches are part of Gaudi's designs for Sagrada Familia.
This is my bedroom - the colors are not well translated. The orange is soft and creamy and rich without being overwhelming. You can see a little of some of the art I've got up. That black-and-white piece is actually nine of my favorite Fritz Eichenberg etchings illustrating Jane Eyre.
And here's my bathroom. Again, the color on the walls didn't come out right - it's greener and altogether warmer. The guest bathroom is the same color (as is the breakfast bar).
A view of the hallway from the kitchen toward the bedrooms, bathrooms, and laundry closet. The yellow is not nearly this golden.
One quick shot of the kitchen.
This is a truer yellow than the previous shots. This is the living room. You can see the new rug I bought, which picks up the pale yellow of the paint, the dark red of the brick, and the soft brown of the couches, all on a moonstone-colored background. It's very pretty and very soft and really pulled the room together.
And this is my new happy place - my library. These shelves (plain oak) go from floor to ceiling on three sides of the room, and the fourth wall is broken up by a large window (next to the window is a Pre-Raphaelite painting of Hero with a torch, waiting for Leander). You can see the rocking chair where I sit and read and pinch myself every once in a while. The colored glass on one shelf is from my trip to New Mexico, and there's a tiny statue that you might not be able to make out on the next shelf over - it's of a large figure (made out of an actual railroad spike) with a smaller figure (made out of, you guessed it, a smaller railroad spike) on its lap and they're reading a book together.
So that's my place! All I need now is a piece of art to hang over my bed and I'll be done!