My Cave

This is the art that adorns the walls of my favorite place in the house: my room.
Please excuse the terrible photo quality, I blame my phone and the poor lighting.

My sister Caroline decided to take up painting one day, turns out; she's awesome at it.
This is the first painting she ever did, she surprised me by shipping it to me and I was so excited that I was given her first masterpiece that: I cried. A lot.
I named him Willoughby.
He's the one every morning that looks at me with that smug expression and says "you know if you keep hitting snooze you're going to sleep right through 7:00 and then you're going to have to skip your shower and be paranoid for the rest of the day that you look like a greasy, smelly, homeless person."
Thanks for staying on top of it Willoughby.

The above is a birthday card my sister Claire made for me last year when she was out visiting for my birthday. The picture doesn't do it justice but I love it, and keep it out on my dresser year round. She happens to be an amazing artist and I have other drawings and sketches around but this one makes me happy because I love cake.
She also happens to be an amazing baker and made me coconut vegan hostess cupcakes for my birthday party.
check out her blog:
http://nowheyvegantreats.blogspot.com/

The dogs are "Josephine and Napoleon" by Will Rafuse, I found them online several years ago, and wanted them. The only problem was the prints were expensive, and there was literally only one or two sets floating around on the internet. A few Christmases ago I put them as the only item on my list and figured that I would either a) not get them because they were out of print, or b) get them because my Dad is an internet mastermind who can find anything. Either way, no big deal, I also like chocolate covered cherries and anything turquoise so they know my back-ups.
Christmas morning I see two equally sized square pieces wrapped and I know they're my prints...I unwrap them and...hmmm...something looks off.
I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to make my parents feel bad but it looked like they were printed out on a crappy color printer and how do you tell someone they spent $100 on a cheap replica and were ripped off?
Turns out they were out of print, and my Dad (he's adorable) printed them out as an IOU and framed them. Several months later he tracked down the real ones.
I love them.

I became obsessed with Magritte after the Thomas Crown Affair came out. So obsessed, in fact, that I traveled to Belgium just to visit the Magritte Museum in Belgium. I walked around Brussels for several hours until I had to pee, so I stopped in a building that had a gift shop, I noticed some books on Magritte and, blame it on a full bladder or the fact that Brussels is boring as hell when traveling solo, but I went up and asked an employee how to get to the Magritte museum.
Turns out I was standing in it.
Dumbass.

This bunny cost more than a wooden bunny should cost. I saw it at Pier 1...didn't buy it. A week later I couldn't stop thinking about the freaking wooden bunny and I knew I had to go back before it started haunting my dreams. Now he lives on my external hard drive.
He doesn't have a name yet, I'm open for suggestions.

As you can see, my room makes no sense. I once described it as looking like "a pack french gypsies came in and went nuts".
I think that about sums it up.
Throw in my robot pillow cases and bookshelf of teenage magical adventure books (Harry Potter, The Alchemyst: The Immortal Secrets of Nicolas Flamel, and Pendragon) and the other works of art by my sisters and miscellaneous pieces picked up along the way and you have the raddest room ever.