SQUEAK!*

Look at this room! Mouse is totally in love. I posted it partly just so we can all stare at it and drool (wall color! orange phone! fleece fuzzies!**). I want to sit around in it and smoke*** and drink old-fashioneds. Or at least spiked hot cocoa. I bet that blue chair is the most perfect place in the world to read a novel about being lost in the moors. Or any novel about yearning and cold weather.

But mostly I want to ask about the dangly light fixture: HOW DO I GET THIS LIGHT FIXTURE INTO MY HOME?? I must have it. Can I make it? Oh yearn yearn sigh drool...fluttering...

* This is it, nice mice. The first time I have squeaked. I have been toying with the idea of squeaking for awhile now, since, you know, mice squeak. But it took this room to make it happen.

** We shall assume that they are FAUX fleece fuzzies. Mouse does not like real fur unless it comes from grandmothers.

*** It has been four years and eleven months since Mouse's last cigarette, and she will not be breaking that streak come hell or high water, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want one.

(Lovely room spotted on {frolic!}, from The World of Interiors, February 2009)