When I was a little girl I shared a nook with my four siblings. It was a tiny space underneath the roof that we had to climb into through a cupboard door. Once in, we couldn’t stand upright but that didn’t matter as we’d entered a magic world of stories. Our very own library, where Little Women sat beside The Secret Seven, Black Beauty and Winnie The Pooh. Each book had been bought from our pooled pocket money and carefully chosen by each of us in turn. Sloping bookshelves, made by my big brother, held the books precipitously and they often ended up in a tumble of words on the floor. We would have to shuffle over on our bottoms or walk on our knees to reach a book. Then we would find a wall to lean against and enter our own private story lands. Five children tucked up together, each in our own special world.
My makeshift nook is in my girl cave . I live in a house made of bricks laid alongside each other high up until the roof . No internal curvature means the only cupboard area is under the stairs . No air comes through and a lamp would provide light if an extension lead was used . I don’t like being cooped up. My table placed under windows in an upstairs room provides an area suited to write or paint . I like it and it is mine . The nook is forsaken if a guest comes to stay . Paintings can be hidden with little effort . It is like my secret only shared if I say so .
I would allow a selected guest to participate in my secret nook for relaxation . Imagine offering an hour or so of adrenaline calming while painting or drawing anything you fancied ? Maybe adding a freshly brewed cup of coffee or a tea to sip , or even have a glass of wine after to celebrate newly found creativity .
My nook is on an end of terrace, central heating barely chases the cold away but a small halogen fire does . It enhances the atmosphere and mixed with two sets of fairy lights dangling in the windows and a lamp with varying settings works to provide plenty of light to see intricate details . Often the fairy lights suffice . The beauty of adaptable lighting . Books are set behind me on a shelf while the window sills are laden with useful things I might need . I love how I can change activities easily and think my productivity has increased . Two years ago I used my nook for writing while the downstairs was decorated . I liked it very much , it’s great that this area has welcomed painting and a place to sew now . My evolving nook working with me to make pleasant the dreary winter and welcoming back when I move back next autumn .
My patio is my summer nook . I tend to move a table near to the Budleia tree and close to a fence which allows people to see the bushes behind . A nook doesn’t have to be enclosed it can be made cosy by presence that allows an exclusivity to personal needs . Whether it be safety , hiding from intrusion or simply a space to be the best peaceful creative being you want to be .
That sounds magical!
Promptvent 9
NOOK
When I was a little girl I shared a nook with my four siblings. It was a tiny space underneath the roof that we had to climb into through a cupboard door. Once in, we couldn’t stand upright but that didn’t matter as we’d entered a magic world of stories. Our very own library, where Little Women sat beside The Secret Seven, Black Beauty and Winnie The Pooh. Each book had been bought from our pooled pocket money and carefully chosen by each of us in turn. Sloping bookshelves, made by my big brother, held the books precipitously and they often ended up in a tumble of words on the floor. We would have to shuffle over on our bottoms or walk on our knees to reach a book. Then we would find a wall to lean against and enter our own private story lands. Five children tucked up together, each in our own special world.
Prompt vent 9
Nook
My makeshift nook is in my girl cave . I live in a house made of bricks laid alongside each other high up until the roof . No internal curvature means the only cupboard area is under the stairs . No air comes through and a lamp would provide light if an extension lead was used . I don’t like being cooped up. My table placed under windows in an upstairs room provides an area suited to write or paint . I like it and it is mine . The nook is forsaken if a guest comes to stay . Paintings can be hidden with little effort . It is like my secret only shared if I say so .
I would allow a selected guest to participate in my secret nook for relaxation . Imagine offering an hour or so of adrenaline calming while painting or drawing anything you fancied ? Maybe adding a freshly brewed cup of coffee or a tea to sip , or even have a glass of wine after to celebrate newly found creativity .
My nook is on an end of terrace, central heating barely chases the cold away but a small halogen fire does . It enhances the atmosphere and mixed with two sets of fairy lights dangling in the windows and a lamp with varying settings works to provide plenty of light to see intricate details . Often the fairy lights suffice . The beauty of adaptable lighting . Books are set behind me on a shelf while the window sills are laden with useful things I might need . I love how I can change activities easily and think my productivity has increased . Two years ago I used my nook for writing while the downstairs was decorated . I liked it very much , it’s great that this area has welcomed painting and a place to sew now . My evolving nook working with me to make pleasant the dreary winter and welcoming back when I move back next autumn .
My patio is my summer nook . I tend to move a table near to the Budleia tree and close to a fence which allows people to see the bushes behind . A nook doesn’t have to be enclosed it can be made cosy by presence that allows an exclusivity to personal needs . Whether it be safety , hiding from intrusion or simply a space to be the best peaceful creative being you want to be .
#promptvent #day9 NOOK
If time stood still,
and all the clocks were stopped,
how would you spend
those precious stolen hours?
Where might you travel
twixt the covers of a book,
with nothing to restrict you
or restrain?
Imagination's pages
transport you from your troubles
as you rest, secluded
and unhurried in your nook?