The water droplet ran down the inside of my corner of the tent and plopped solemnly onto my forehead. As alarm clocks go it’s not one of my most favourite, especially when it’s only six something in the morning, only just getting light, and still raining heavily outside. So I snuggled down into my sleeping bag, tucked the quilt in better around Pip as he lay sleeping in my arms and gave the wall of the tent a stern look as if to dare it to drip again (it didn’t). From inside the tent it always sounded like the rain was heavier than it truly was and I’ll admit that in the middle of a light drizzle that sounded like standing under a waterfall I started to think very kindly towards solid walls.
So while I waited for everyone else to wake up I lay there rearranging our house and imagining my dream house. So many of my plans are probably never going to come to fruition, but please tell me I’m not the only one who redoes their living room in their mind.
A couple of the houses in our village that have a similar layout have been having work done and it’s fascinating to see the changes to something that once looked so familiar. One house is pushing out the back wall of their lounge with a glass roofed single storey extension that I think is going to look incredible. It will double the depth of their lounge, give them a new space for a kitchen and make their downstairs wonderfully open plan. We don’t have enough back garden to do it to our house, but I love the idea of using part of the current lounge as a bit family kitchen and then having more space for a big sunny family room.
We could have the dining table near to the new kitchen, space for the play kitchen nearby because I love cooking in parallel to the children (we do it now but I can’t see them from the kitchen, only hear them), maybe a table specifically set up to be a mini studio with paint and paper and wool and needles for all of us, a mat for playing Duplo or Brio or wooden animal games, and then at the far end, a grown up spot with seriously comfortable chairs and some of my favourite books close to hand, plus a pretty light to read and knit by.
Oh it would be bliss wouldn’t it, though reading back I’m wondering whether I just need to knock through the studio into the lounge (“just”!!) and abandon H and my desks in favour of a big central table for all of us. Actually, scrap that plan, fabric and paint don’t mix, I knew there was a reason we have separate halves. I run the risk of paint on my fabric or yarn if I step into his half and he runs the risk of standing on a pin in mine, it’s perfect harmony.
The truth is that what I really want, what jumps out from every aspirational picture that I linger over, isn’t minimalism, or all wood, or all white furniture, or much more than a slightly tidier and decluttered version of our own colourful style, it’s that it’s light and bright. No trees blocking out the sunshine, or dark carpet absorbing all the light, just lots of nice diffused natural light to take photos in.
Which got me thinking that perhaps after all I’ve travelled full circle in my imagination. Because if you’re looking for light, you could do a lot worse than a tent.
Just so long as it isn’t raining.
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