Yeah, okay, that sounds weird, like something from The New Daughter. What I mean is, every room (at least, any room that wants to pass the Olive Tree Test) needs a place to curl up and read/surf the net/draw/nap/do homework. Maybe it's a bed. Maybe a closet.
For me, it's a chair.
This is the Chair, with a capital C.
The Chair dates from about 1950 and was "rescued" from a garage sale. It is old, faded, and worn. It smells slightly of an old house.
To me, it's the most beautiful chair in the world. It is ten times more comfortable than ANY armchair. EVER. It has a lovely shape, like it's giving you a hug.
The above picture doesn't show it, but at the foot of the Chair rests a super-soft sheepskin, á la Ikea. You can see my lizard's cage on my desk in the far left of the photo. Next to the Chair, on the right, is an antique, hexagonal Turkish table, laden with Seventeen magazine and an artist's dummy holding my jewelry. And, of course, there's me, with bedhead hair and no makeup, long and soft sweatpants, and my favorite book EVER, Wintergirls. (Laurie Halse Anderson also wrote Speak and Prom and she is one of the best writers I have had the pleasure to read.) Self-timer helped me capture the epic laziness. (I didn't fix up my face at all in Photoshop, so I hope it doesn't crack your screen, LOL.)
So basically, this is where I crash. I have yet to do homework in the Chair (though my summer homework wriggles on my desk, begging to be done before school starts on September 1st), but I get the sense that it will be more bearable from the Chair's huggable depths.
My challenge to YOU: snap a pic and do a post on your own little nest. Comment and leave me the link... my top two favorites will be featured on this post! You have 48 hours... GO!