Her office is decorated in earth tones: yellows, browns, and greens. She has a three-seater leather sofa which is where I sit, directly across from 2 armchairs. T sits in the armchair to my left. In between the chairs is a little table with a clock on it (I like always knowing how much time I have left!) Behind the chairs is T's brown wooden desk, which is messy and cluttered with papers, books, etc. She also frequently has piles of stuff on the floor by her desk. I often wish that she kept her office a little neater because messiness can feel claustrophic. I also wish she would sit on the couch with me, because I feel safer the closer she is; but I've never asked for that. T's office is private, in a building of other private offices, which I appreciate. I like that I don't have to interact with a secretary or any other office personnel, nor do I have to see other clients in the waiting room. I simply let myself in, and wait for T to come get me. She always has music playing in the little waiting area, which comes from another clock, but that clock always has the wrong time. I wondered about that at first, but then figured she must do it so that clients don't become anxious if she is running a few minutes behind. There is a lamp in the corner of her office, but I can't say that I've ever noticed much by the way of decoration; she has a few abstract pictures on the wall, but nothing that stands out. If I were to describe my T's office aesthetic I would say that it looks like the office of someone who reads Reilke poetry, drinks tea, shops at farmer's markets, is spiritual, and down to Earth.

As Granite pointed out, I also notice my T's shoes! She wears these hideous, grey clogs that make her feet look big, like clown-feet. If I could change one thing about my T, it would be her shoes. I would LOVE to give T a shoe make-over! Alas, sadly, that day will never come and I will forever be doomed to spend half my sessions staring at those clogs-- and wondering if her dog will ever eat them so she will be foreced to buy new shoes... but, with my luck, she'd probably just buy another pair of clown-shoes!