A breakfast nook, a reading nook, a nap nook, don’t they all sound wonderfully cozy? I think I’d even consider hanging out in an Ebola nook.
As I might have mentioned, I like feeling closed in when I’m lounging.
The word nook holds such cosiness, such hominess, such warmth. And while I want wide open rooms, loft-type spaces, I need a nook; somewhere where I can be alone, burrow in with a book, some music, my laptop, my favourite blanket and a cup of something warm. I’m no hermit, but I do enjoy being alone sometimes. What better place is there when all you want to do is turn your thoughts inward?
And my all time favourite nook EVER! The books, the mezzanine, the painted brick wall...the columns! God! this room has it all. My new sole purpose in life: making a room like this!
