Death of my Reading Nook
I think it was three years ago…during spring break, I decided to transform an area in my bedroom into my own little reading nook. I had visions of curling up there in the evenings, with my soft blankets, you know, reading. I pulled out the night-stands, repurposed an ottoman from our living room furniture, bought some pillows, framed my favorite quotes about books and reading. And there you have it: My own reading nook.
I was so excited about this place.
I used it as an actual reading nook three times in three years. And what was it mostly used for? A storage area for clothes — I kept laundry piled on the ottoman pretty much all the time.
Here is a staged photo of me enjoying my reading nook, pre-Elliott.
Do you want to play a fun find-it game? Find:
– A one-time-use flosser-thingie
– A dog forced to stay in the picture despite his attempt to make a break for it
– Nail polish remover
– Neck wrap
– The book Little Children
– A wine glass filled with Fresca
Anyway, Matt and I are in the process of reorganizing our house. Since we had Elliott, we had to change our 3rd bedroom into an everything room, so the 2nd bedroom could become a nursery. But that 3rd bedroom is slowly becoming a bedroom again (albiet, a bedroom that operates as a storage area for 300 board games). We moved the computer to the main room — which leads to a noisier blogging atmosphere. And the reading nook had overstayed its welcome — it will now become a storage area as well. *sigh*
I’m okay with this because I’m hoping it will encourage me to put my laundry away.
However, someday — after I’ve won the lottery or published a book or done something Oprah worthy — I want THIS reading nook: