DesignSponge, the wonderful and generous and hug-worthy design blog, has done a feature on our home. I will give the downlow later (I really like "downlow" despite being generally opposed to made up contemporary words). Right now I simply have to show a couple of photos by my wonderful and talented friend Trevor Tondro that didn't make it onto the feature, due to space. I have to show them because these are our trees and I want to introduce some of our trees. Say hello, trees!
Paul and our dog Mila
When I was 8 months pregnant I got a little crazy from being housebound in February, in an apartment we'd just moved into. Nothing felt like home yet. It smelled of new paint (non-toxic for upcoming baby but it still has a new paint smell) and was white white white and big big big. So I called my brother and dragged him into the park with me because I simply wanted, simply needed, some trees in the house. Why? Because, that's why.
I've always put trees into my home(s). When I was 9 I got my own room in our newly refurbished attic. And I decided to go chop down some saplings and prop them between the floor and the low ceiling, to make it feel like I lived in "Where the Wild Things Are".
That's still my dream. Why hasn't it happened? Because I'm mature, partnered, busy? Sure, all of those things. But you know what? That is LAME.
I feel so incredibly lucky that DesignSponge wanted to do a post on our home. And now I am going to go around undoing everything and finally, I mean why the hell not, make our home a jungle. I mean, c'mon, we have a little boy. He'd think it's cool.
Or who cares about that either. Sometimes, if there's something completely ridiculous you want but you've wanted it YOUR WHOLE LIFE, you should do it.