This is my haven for the next three nights.
I love everything about this attic — the colours, the stories, and the love that bursts out of every nook and cranny. Homemade stuff, all over the place. Blankets and purses. Buttons and ribbons and pencils and scissors. Fabric swatches and delicate laces. Doilies and antique lampshades. Scarves and mismatched piece rugs. An old rocking chair and an older suitcase. And books. So many books.
And this is where I nestle into my comfy bed. Tucked away in the corner under cozy flannel sheets and homemade quilts.
It feels like a hobbit cave. Warm and welcoming. Sheltered and secure.
Honestly, I can’t wait to get into bed.
I feel blessed and comforted. Looking forward to a long winter’s nap after a day of glorious conversations, giggles and gifts.
I’m so glad I came.
These are the moments of unexpected sweetness and delight.