One of my favorite places in the house is this window sill in our dining room. A sweet little spot to curl up on and take a rest. Especially on a rainy November day like today. Right now I am using the dining table to write this book. It's kind of strange, knowing I have an office with an actual desk like most normal people, and even a studio with a big table. But for some reason, I feel good sitting here under a large vintage and sparkly chandelier, close to the kitchen and all the hub-bub, a nice space with high ceilings, surrounded by my plates and trinkets. Yes, this book will be written on a Swedish dining table and not on a desk. The window sill is a good place to take a break, the room is a good place to write. And an even better place when my little one joins me with her own pink quilt. I usually leave it on the sill all day as a reminder that she and her brother will be home soon from school and the wild noise that I love will fill the house and disrupt for a while. She'll crawl under the quilt which she left early in the morning and tell me about her day and ask me about mine. We talk, giggle, have those thought provoking conversations and watch the leaves fall. A good cozy place indeed.
