The den? Not so much. It’s the center of action in our home.
The library? Too many books vying for my attention.
The back porch on my favorite 50’s metal glider? Too much movement–from both the glider and the mosquitoes buzzing around my head in search of a landing pad. Yes, mosquitoes in November. Welcome to the South.
One of the things I like most about our circa 1911 home is its quirkiness. Nooks, crannies, and creaky floors. You must like this home for what it is, not for what you necessarily want it to be. With that in mind, my appreciation for this old house increased substantially today when I discovered what I believe to be the perfect writing nook–a small area upstairs adjacent to Brian’s music room with a view overlooking the city park.
The table and chair were given to me by my mom who recently cleaned out my grandmother’s home. As the story goes, she spent a great deal of time at this small unpretentious table (the perfect size for a laptop) and chair (a painful size for someone who just polished off the last pumpkin chocolate chip muffin) as a teenager while talking to my dad on the phone.
Communication at its best, whether by rotary phone or laptop. Same table, different era.
I think I’m going to enjoy my little nook in this crannied-filled home.
Where’s your favorite place to read, write, or study? I’d love to know!