When I was a girl, we lived in a cottage. In the living room was a built in daybed. In that daybed, I would bury myself in cozy pillows and blankets for hours while I read the latest Nancy Drew mystery. It was enchanting. Some of my fondest memories are there.
Whether it’s a lazy summer afternoon, or a rainy winter day, I’m still crazy about the idea of lounging in the mid afternoon in a daybed. There’s something about a bed, out in the open, beckoning you to lie down with your favorite book, with the likelihood that you will indeed, and eventually, drift off to slumber land.
These days, with two small and energetic children, a nap in the middle of the day is my idea of a serious vacation. But at least I can dream of drifting off to dream in some of these favorite cozy spaces.