Attic - Tumblr Posts
Bedroom - Transitional Bedroom
Mid-sized transitional master bamboo floor and brown floor bedroom photo with white walls
Tamagotchi Quest
Welcome to 2020, the year of forest fires, pandemic, and lockdown -- a paradise. I toss the remote at the TV. In a sweet shatter of glass, my Netflix marathon is over. My eyes close as the phantom Tik Tok music rings in my ears. I eye my diary with pages falling out of it. I am bored out of my mind. Then a thought clicks in my head, my Tamagotchi! A strange urge takes over my body. I stand up from my messy, lotion smelling bed. Invisible pins and needles prickle my sleepy legs.
No, the Tamagotchi is probably dead by now. Maybe it has a family now. I walk out of my basement. My eyes feel as if they are on fire as I step into the living room light.
“Clean up the basement.” My mom yells, from her prison, the kitchen.
“Give me 50 minutes,” I enthusiastically yell back. But I am dead inside. I climb up the creaky stairs to the attic. Once I step in, dust billows around like leaves on an autumn day. I pull my shirt over my nose to not catch lung cancer. I open a box filled with my childhood belongings. Inside is my old star wars lego collection. My skateboard, from my 9-years-old-skater past. Behind the box, sits my ancient gaming laptop.
The memories of my mom breaking the screen in a fit of rage fill my mind like a Vietnam-flashback. Next, I check my box again, no Tamagotchi. Perhaps, my sister Ann has it. So I search through her box. I toss her primary school swimming medals out of the way. They clatter on the ground, scattering woodlice. Hell, she loved sports. Ann is the school's top athlete during the days. Meanwhile, I was underage drinking. I toss her red cross youth badge, as I sigh.
Ann was a Marine when she was twenty, while I was gaming in my basement when I was finishing high school. She is a military wife, adopting orphans from war zones. Wait, she hates playing with Tamagotchi. I should check Simon’s.
I knock over stacks of the books Simon had during his bookworm days. Then, I rummage through his science fair medals. He is a genius, I am the average Joe.
After that, I comb the entire attic for my Tamagotchi. It’s nowhere to be seen. I sit on the floor. Oh dear, how I wasted my life on mindless entertainment. I peaked in primary school. A pang of remorse makes me queasy. The clock in the corner ticks away with my wasted youth.
But I still have plenty of time left. I storm down to my basement and delete my Steam account. It’s time to make a change.
Image source: https://www.eonline.com/news/843044/the-original-tamagotchi-is-back-so-prepare-to-never-get-any-work-done-ever-again
Sanson family attick inspiration (pictures from Pinterest)
Now, the light source for the window would have to change radically, but it does give me a good reference as the perspective of a alcove bed beneath a slanted roof and how to place all the ornements, although the exact nature of them will necessitate further references of extent motifs of the wood, plaster and fabric.
Not at all the aesthetic we are going for, but it does give a vague idea of how a chimney looks with a slented roof.
Example of an XVIIIth century daybed. Just in case I would need. The blog I found it under dates it to the 1740s...I hope I can find better sources.
I found this lovely small table as an extent example in the Government Museum of Moscow.
https://catalog.shm.ru/entity/OBJECT/55?page=3&fund_ier=647756753_647756826&index=133
Perhaps this something inspired by this band for some store decoration:
I really like this piece of fabric from the Louvre Museum...I think I'd like to add this pattern. It's complicated, but so PRETTY !
This one might be a better reference though:
Since my purpose is to get the pattern, I think I'd change the color palette to include more cool-tones, because in a family with many people with PTSD-induced hematophobia, red things might not be the best choice, also some pigments were cheaper or prettier. I might look at woad-dyed silks or linens, or even some onion, bark or lichen dyes to compose another color palette, although matterroot was on the cheaper end of natural dyes. Pine bark produces a lovely pinkish brown that would be perfect for an illustration, and contast fit nicely with the terracota floor and white or light grey walls.
With that, I think it's a lovely set of references.
Some additions would be added upon further re-reading.
Enclosed Family Room
Image of a medium-sized transitional enclosed family room with blue walls
Modern Family Room - Loft-Style Family room in a mid-sized minimalist loft style with painted wood floors, no TV, no fireplace, and white walls
''There's nothing more romantic than a dark, chill attic in a thunderstorm.''
Game Room - Contemporary Family Room
Inspiration for a large contemporary open concept carpeted, red floor and vaulted ceiling game room remodel with beige walls and a media wall
Living Room Charlotte Example of a medium-sized enclosed living room in the mountain style with a dark wood floor, a brown floor, gray walls, no fireplace, and a television stand.
Bedroom in Portland Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless master bedroom remodel with blue walls and no fireplace in a medium tone wood floor and brown floor.
Bedroom Loft-Style Mid-sized modern loft-style bedroom idea with white walls and painted wood floors but no fireplace
attic ephemera
This is for @drarrymicrofic prompt: ephemera
Rating: G, Words: 440
Read on ao3
Harry’s cleaning out the attic when he finds the letter. The cream paper is wrinkled and worn, like it’s been crumpled in a ball and thrown away, only to be rescued at the last minute. He assumes it belongs to one of Sirius’s ancestors. After all, everything he’s found so far has.
The room is chock-full of legal documents and wedding certificates. All hundreds of years old. Nothing Harry cares about. He glances at the letter in his hand and is tempted to chuck it in the throw-away pile to the left without even looking at it, but he stops himself at the last minute. Signing, he reminds himself that he doesn’t want to accidentally throw away anything important.
He presses the delicate paper flat against his thigh and unfolds it quickly, not wanting to waste time on a silly old letter. He holds it up to the thin light drifting through the dusty window and squints, trying to make out the tightly scrawled cursive. Something catches in his chest, the font looks almost familiar. His eyes skip over the text searching for a signature. When he reaches it, he freezes. His heart turns to stone in his chest. There clear as day scrawled hurriedly on the bottom of the parchment is the name Draco Malfoy.
Harry sits in silence for what feels like several minutes. His breath catches in his chest, it feels almost painful to breathe. Suddenly he’s back three years sitting at Draco’s trial. Watching the way his grey eyes shutter when they sentence him.
Harry shakes himself. Focuses on the hard wooden floor beneath him. Focuses on the way the weak sunlight falls through the window. Focuses on the texture of the parchment beneath his fingers. When he can finally breathe out, calm and steady, he shakes himself. His eyes quickly flick to the heading of the letter. There in the same scrawled ink the letter opens with Dear, Severus Snape.
For a second Harry feels almost let down, because of course Malfoy had communicated with Snape during the war, everyone knew that. He sits still for a second feeling silly.
Then, because he can’t quite help himself he starts to read the contents of the letter. About five sentences in Harry’s heart start to race. This is no normal communication he’s dealing with. Laid out in careful calligraphy are details of intricate battle plans and lists of weaknesses.
Harry leans back on his heels, his whole world tiling on its axis. If he's reading correctly Draco wasn’t on the wrong side of the war. In fact, Draco might be one of the reasons they won.
Game Room Family Room in Newark
An illustration of a mid-sized traditional open concept game room with blue walls, a light wood floor, a brown floor, and a vaulted ceiling.
Living Room in Kansas City Light wood flooring and white walls in a transitional loft-style living room library
Inktober - Day 7
This one is based on what one of my colleagues imagines my home life is like.
I've used this technique for concept art in the past. It amounts to doing a sketch with a brush pen, trying to shade it with a smaller pen, then hating it and just scribbling on it and putting water all over it until it looks vaguely acceptable. It usually ends up... adequate.
look down your shirt and spell attic
Library in Milan
Large open concept image of a living room library with a light wood floor and wallpaper, white walls, and a hidden tv.