In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED

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A bedroom project

With many a proper mug of tea, a snack or two, and a rush of pre-spring vigour, I dove into the cleaning of my room as I haven't done in a very long time.  This may indeed have been the most thorough go-through since I moved into my room.  I went through drawers, took everything off the surfaces, piling all the books on the floor that didn't have specific shelves.  I put up the art that has been waiting for months to hang on my wall, redecorated the surfaces, and even painted some accessories.
I also painted the patch of ceiling in the stairway to my attic to look like the night sky.  I painted most of the clouds and things with my fingers, and put in the rest of the stars with a metallic silver marker; the sky looks a bit bluer in person.
 
 


I listened to Great Expectations while cleaning and redecorating...
 
 

 
Look at that beautiful nautical wall-art.  Thanks Caleb!
 
 
 
And under the new night sky, I stacked my extra books on the stairs...
draped them with fairy-lights...
 and stuck up even more quotes, maps and pictures on the wall
 oh yes! and painted in the words above the door.