Not the one you read with, but one you read IN.
While sitting on the love-seat in my family room last night (reading to keep up with my 2012 challenge), my mind started drifting - as is often the case - toward all things cozy, cottage-like and small.
My house isn't large, sitting at just under 1,700 sq. ft. Yet, sometimes it feels huge, other times (while de-cluttering) I could swear it balloons to the Taj Mahal.
Anyway...I decided to light the half dozen candles that sit near the fireplace (which is never used for anything other than burning candles once a year) and then decided to light all the other candles I had sitting out...rounding up to a full dozen.
It completely changed the mood.
Then...I started envisioning my reading space. Or gazing space. Whichever.
A reading nook that holds a window. There is an oversize chaise and small side table that holds a jar of pens and a notebook which sits ready to collect my bloggy thoughts and ideas. Next to it my drink of choice at the moment (coffee, tea, wine, whiskey...enough space to hold all four cups/glasses depending on the type of day I've had)
The alcove is secluded, with gauzy draperies that stand watch at the gate between reality and the world where time stops and there is nothing but window gazing and turning pages.
Chilly days require the handmade lap quilt lovingly made by a friend (hint, hint...anyone?) that envelops me in warmth. It's a crazy quilt, mis-matched patters and quirky colors. My personality sewn into it...it's me. And it's heavy, weighted like the quilts of olden times.
When dark comes my space is lit by a small, delicate lamp that sits above my head and casts just enough light to read. The chair side table just big enough to hold a few small candles. When my eyes need a break from reading I'll gaze at these candles who, just for me, will start to shimmy and dance - a little show during my reading intermission.
Now, if I really had my way, this space would be in my Gypsy wagon. I have it all designed and planned out. I just need to convince Hubbypants to build it for me...in the backyard...with electricity.
I have more imaginary spaces and perhaps I'll share them sometime.
What about you?
Do you have a space that lives in your imagination?