How are you at relaxing?
Me? Not so good.
But every now and then, it seems possible. Every now and then I am able to envision myself sitting down, poring over magazines and books—gathering information and inspiration at an exceptionally leisurely pace. Sometimes I allow myself this sort of indulgence, like when I’m visiting with my sisters—they enjoy the same things. But those opportunities are few and far between.
A little over a year ago I made this, because I had to make it:
I hangs from the rafters on the third floor of our building—only because I have nowhere to put it our house.
Isn’t it inviting?
It’s dressed in the softest bed sheets printed with a sweet rosebud and four, feather-filled euro pillows.
I love knowing it’s up there, but I rarely visit it. I’ve never lounged on it—although I did check it for sturdiness. I made it for The Roost (our attempt at a Occasional Sale here in Clarksville). It’s sad that it’s up there—all alone, but it’s also strangely comforting.
One of these days, I’d like to build one for a porch, preferably screened, and facing a lake or river.
One of these days . . .
Thanks for your indulgence.
ps—the one above is available for purchase (local delivery only).