Little Altars Of Joy.

I spend roughly 95% of my life at home.

No, I do not get bored. I'm infatuated with my space... And my own company. And George.

But throughout the dwelling wherein I reside physically, I have little spaces that occupy some moment of energy that I like to admire.

Nothing is perfect. It's always slightly dusty. Possibly with feathers of clumped dog hair lying nearby. 

Or in this case, a coffee cup with the last dregs of today's intake...

It stands atop one of my favorite fashion photography books... Which has a cover marked up from other books moved around on top of it. 

I have these kind of books scattered throughout the house, ready to have its pages turned when inspiration or curiosity strikes,

And, to be honest, I likely have other random coffee cups scattered nearby them... With forgotten tea or coffee from the week still in them.

Saturday is a tidy day. I will get to it.