WTF Friday: Interior Decorating, the SW Sondheimer Way

If you’ve been hanging around for a while, you know I’m a Sherlock girl.  Generally, but at the moment, focused primarily on the newest BBC incarnation.

(image via The Squeaky Geek)

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I was playing a quiz game the other day, under the Sherlock category, and was reminded of “the Mind Palace.”  The place in Sherlock’s mind, to which he goes when he needs peace to think.  Or when he’s bleeding out and has to save himself.  This started me thinking about what my Mind Palace would look like.  If I had time to access it in times of need.  Which I generally don’t.  But if I did…

The Entryway: High.  Vaulted.  Marble.  Doric columns (don’t need all that fancy Ionic/Corinthian crap).  Huge, fluffy, always warm welcome mat.  That eats you if you are not, in fact, welcome.

The Music Room: Harpsichord, guitar, fiddle.  All of which I know how to play.  Taiko drums.  Anything needed for a swing band.  Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings in residence.  Red Barat too.

The Weapons Room: What?  I’m a fantasy writer.  The katana from the British museum, the one inlaid with mother of pearl maple leaves.  A could of Kab’ah.  A nice broadsword.  Mace.  Pike.  Two scimitars.  Torches for effect.  Frequent additions.  Endless wall space.

The Great Hall:  Slate floor.  Lots of small, bright rugs.  Scarred up farmhouse table with knotty oak benches.  Fireplace; they seem to be important to my writing though when I actually sit in front of them, I tend to overheat.  *Shurg*  Guess it doesn’t all have to make sense.  Large paintings from John Piacio’s Lotteria deck.  Plants in every conceivable color and type of pot.

The Kitchen: Modern.  Steel and chrome.  Light wood floor and cabinets.  Things should be magnetic so I can leave myself notes.  There’s always perfect yellow watermelon and avocados, spanish olive oil, and fresh mozzarella.  Viking range that bakes everything the way it’s supposed to be baked.  Everything is variegated shades of La Cruset.  Fiesta Ware that isn’t radioactive.  Sporks.  Don’t judge.  A vast, endless array of mugs from The Unemployed Philosophers Guild.  A Keurig for immediate needs, a V60 dripper for special occasions, a lab glass tea kettle.  Coffee and tea.  EVERY kind.  An antique, cast iron, dragon teapot.  Old glass and plants.  Music.  Always, music.

(This, but old.  Image via teavana.com)

The Library:  Infinity.  An infinity of floor to ceiling shelves and every book that has ever been written.  Okay, there are probably a few things I could leave out, but you get my meaning.  Warm, wooden floors.  Big, honking’ oak desk.  Lots of paper, lots of fountain pens.  No hand cramps.  Huge, sepia globe.  Like, big enough to ride on.

Hey, it’s my mind palace.

Would love to know what others would include.  There’s a comments section, you know…