I love my house, I really do. Nothing feels more homey to me than my spaces filled with all my people and my treasures. It’s cozy, it’s comfy, it’s my sanctuary. I could die in my house, I love it that much, and I am grateful for each day I live in it.
I have thoughts of building again. I harbor them deep in my soul, and it keeps me awake at night. It’s why I continue subscribing to all those shelter magazines, tabbing all the ideas for my ‘next house’. Confess, I know many of you do this too. You have pages torn from magazines of the things you’d include if you ever build a dream home. I have many images stored in binders and also online, it’s why I’m a Pinning fool.
One of the things I will have many of in my future dream house on five acres with a botanical garden and lavender field that I may or may not ever have the fortune to plant and build someday is a . . . nook. Well, not one nook. Several. Many. Many nooks would make me very happy. The world needs more nooks, don’t you think?
I shall definitely build a sunny breakfast nook.