Climb up an old wood ladder in our bedroom closet and slide over a dusty wooden trapdoor above your head, and you’ll enter my Lainie Room.
It’s an unfinished attic space from the 1920s that I imagine to look like this… (images below are photos of my notebook)
When we moved into a house where there was an attic / unfinished possible third floor, I started to dream. I like to dream that someday it will be my work space. It will be filled with light – bright and colourful; my little getaway from toys and noise. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. I would also love to have a little space for me.
Our entire main floor is a play area. I walk around toys in the kitchen when making dinner. They are on the bottom step of our stairs (I think the kids are out to get me). Toys in my shoes…you get the point. I’d love a little creative oasis upstairs.
I could leave my sewing machine out without worry of little fingers. Where scissors and glue could stay out on a table top without worry of creative haircuts or shortened curtains. My own little space to make, write, and read – all of the things I love.
It also makes me feel guilty because I think, what about Eric? He should have his own little space too. Maybe he will get a man cave in our backyard? A grown man fort of some type. How cool would that be? Something above the shed? A place to talk “man” stuff, watch sports, and where he could exit by a kid slide. See, it’s fun to picture our own little spaces. What would yours look like?