the nook

I feel like a kid again who found a secret hideout. Like when I used to make forts out of sheets strung across the furniture all taped and tied up any which way. Or when I'd climb a tree or play in the attic or crawl down to the end of my sleeping bag with a flashlight and a book.

There's something special about small places with walls, windows or fabric all around. It feels different, it sounds different and the sense of protection, safety and even annonymity is undeniable.

This place is for knitting, or reading, taking pictures (as you've seen), helping with homework, having long talks, or just daydreaming. I've been wanting my own nook, I just didn't know it. Thanks to my special nook-maker I now have one. I hope you do too.