En koskaan uskonut kirjoittavani ullakkokamarista. ( Haaveilin toki. ) Mutta tässä on pöytäni, huoneeni, jonka jaan ja ikkuna, josta katson lumista maisemaa.
Or in other words: Why is raven like a writing desk? Where did all these things come? This is one corner I never really decorated. Objects just kept piling up and made their way. The horsey, the books & the postcards, the vases of flowers & random pieces of accessories & photographs came all together in here when nowhere else had the room. This is my room; our bedroom at the attic. This my desk. Every girl needs a one. Mine is old kitchen table from my grandparents & painted glossy white by me.