Someone came over yesterday to buy a rug (yes she bought it. Woot!). She commented: "wow, this place is amazing! It's like living in a treehouse."
No, our house is not 40' up in the air. But the comment got me thinking. It IS sort of like a treehouse.
It's small and cozy.
It's a little rustic (though we're working on that).
There are rafters.
You only see green out the windows, our you see the deck. And, a few of the windows are actually pretty high up outside, so you feel like you're higher up than you are.
Heck, if she thinks we live in a treehouse, I'm down with that. I'm just happy she liked the place, especially given the chaotic state it was in when she was there!
Chaotic state explanation. We're pretty much moving around every piece of furniture we own. Granted, that's not a super-lengthy list. But, we figured out what was and wasn't working, and we're re-vamping. And organizing. And donating. And dumping. And selling.
Photos to come. Hopefully soon, because I'm getting tired of chaos.