Fashion Stories & Dirty Laundry

It’s been a long time since I read Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. I often wonder if she preempted men on the whole ‘man cave concept’, long before it was ‘cool’ and long before Restoration Hardware and flat screen TVs.

It’s important for a person to have a ‘room of one’s own’ or perhaps a ‘desk of one’s own’. A place where one can focus, think, pause, and perform the necessary (or unnecessary) tasks or work. I know young students excel when they have a desk at home that they enjoy or look forward to meeting daily.

A recent Writer’s Group post asked, “Where do you write? Is there a place where you enjoy writing?” Questions as such. Well, here is mine*.

*Note: I’ve written many a poem on a cocktail napkin and ideas on scraps, only recently did I move to this type of “room of one’s own’.

I’m fortunate to have a place. I’m surrounded literally by my entire life in one room: books, design ideas, favorite quotes, swimming and college memories, meaningful frames and accomplishments, pictures of my beloved son, WW II and other family memorabilia. It’s a room of extremes with old school items such as a globe to the necessary and boring shredder. But I love it. More than the kitchen, the TV room, or even a gorgeous bedroom, it’s truly my favorite room in the house.

This is my woman’s cave. Hear me roar.

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.” -Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own