So, here I sit, in the comfy chair by the big windows. The chair with the foot rest. The chair that makes me fall asleep if I sit in it for more than ten minutes. The chair…okay, it’s actually an old recliner, but that doesn’t sound nearly as pretty and idyllic as the idea of a floral, vintage-y, lounge chair from Anthropologie.
This is where I hang out a lot these days. It’s encapsulated within my dad’s office/clutter pile. Surrounded by the warm wood paneling and shelves bursting with computer books from the 1980s, this tiny room is the perfect hideaway from the rest of the house. I’m also pretty sure that this room would survive any sort of nuclear apocalypse, thanks to the aforementioned messiness, a.k.a. padding.