My husband has three more years of pharmacy school. The way I see it, that means I have three years to plan the perfect house.
For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you know that I am enamored with small houses--super small. But the reality is that I will never have fewer than five children. Their bodies will grow larger and their music louder. The showers and the study time will be longer and the amount of food consumed (and thus prepared) will increase. I still want a small house, but maybe not super small. Maybe just less than 2000 square feet rather than less than 1000.
Because our home is also school, one of the rooms I dream about is the library. The walls will be lined with books, there will be a ladder because how cool would that be and there will be a long, sturdy table in the center of the room for spreading out papers or maps or time lines.
I want the shelves interspersed with small reading areas, each with good lighting, a comfortable chair and a small table. There will be window seats that look out on a private garden--something hidden from the rest of the garden--where birds will bathe and quiet flowers, like lily of the valley, will bloom. It will be the kind of garden that invites fairies. I imagine moments of reading when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, convinced you just saw a faun slipping behind the trees.
The library will have fine art (prints, of course) hung at eye level; where one could stand and study detail and color. The kind of paintings that make you want to try your hand with a brush or inspire you to pick up a pen and write it's story.
Most of all, I want a place, separate from the busy household, where one can find sanctuary in a book. A place where noisy music is not allowed, conversations are hushed, and the sounds of a scratching pencil, the tapping of a keyboard and the turning of a page dominate. It is the first room planned in our Someday House.