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Sometimes we all need a place to escape to



One morning I woke up antsy. I needed something productive/creative to do and something else to focus on (other than my kids and cleaning my house).

This feeling also coincided with weaning Albert/Arthur from nursing. I had nursed for almost four years straight. So between dealing with the changing balances of hormones I was also dealing with how to find my own "me" space. Child free if I wanted it to be. An escape, somewhere quiet, a safe haven...

Almost everything you see in the pictures (minus a couple cushions for those hard chairs and candles) were things that were in my house or garage. I hold onto the things I love. I cherish them and look forward to finding them a place among my belongings.
Creating this haven gave me that opportunity and also a day long project. One day!

Some highlights:
-my boys created a little gnome home in a cheese dish with glass lid. It changes daily as they throw more grass and chestnuts in.
-the blue sharp edged rusty chairs got a soft covering thanks to the st. pats garage sale, where I found numerous gorgeous and fluffy soft sweater vests. When they aren't on my chairs you might just see me snuggled up in one. Bringing them back!
-the cloth on the outside is nylon that I acquired from my neighbor. It was originally wrapped around an outside structure so is lovingly sun bleached
-the tablecloths all used to be used on my tables in various stages of my life. Now our table is much to large to fit them. they found a new use! they give me the extra layer of weather proof.

So far I have spent numerous nights out there sewing, reading, drinking coffee, and hostessing spontaneous hang outs.

It feels so good to find a place that reminds you of who you are and who you want to be.
Next time you are in the neighborhood, stop on by..

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