i am the kind of gal that needs to escape and hide herself away. all the time. i'm the youngest of 4 girls, and i'm sure that may have something to do with it. haha.
from the time i could crawl i was finding quiet spaces to sneak off to alone.
as a girl i would grab my favorite books and climb up the cherry tree in the backyard to feel unreachable.
and now, as a grown up woman, i still fight the urge to blanket-fort myself in solitude and a little silence...a chance to go inward for a bit.
matt knows this about me and honors that side of myself more than i do.
so when our family room ceiling was mid-demolition (we raised it into the wasted attic space) he decided to save one end and keep it was a lofty hideout for me...my cherry tree. a place to huddle all my books and prized possessions...like my dying plants and favorite paintings and baskets of old scrap fabrics. my unreachable place.
these photos are from a few weeks ago...we're still waiting on some heres and theres...skylights, bookcases, a railing, and a fancy little ladder to finish it off. everyone who has seen my loft keeps demanding a beanbag for it. i was thinking a rocker of some sort. do they make beanbag rockers?
already, in its rough and dusty state, i cherish this place of mine.
and i'll always be in complete awe of such a man knowing his lady so well.
if i go missing, you can find me up here.
(and never you mind max and his open shirt...it was one of those days)