This is the dead-ended hallway outside the basement bedroom, which, honestly, I am totally and completely loving. As a late-night reader — with a husband who isn’t — I struggle to find ways to get what I need (a break from thinking through reading) without the things I don’t (a grumpy hubby). So I plan to read in this little nook, a quick scream from a weapon-wielding hubby (I have weird graphic creep-outs at night) but with a light-blocking door between us.
Side note: Oops, I should paint that door frame. I didn’t because the door is solid wood, but the door frame looks really weird.
That said, something’s off. Not sure what. I might turn the bookshelf on end so it’s slightly taller, though I like that it, like the chair, is low to the ground. But the chair and swoopy light are awkward for some reason, and the whole thing doesn’t feel cozy and awesome enough.
Once we move out of the basement, I’d like to store books here anyway, because how fun is it to visit someone and have access to their books? So awesome! I’m even debating moving my big Expedit to the wall on the left of this photo.
I’m working until 8:00 pm tonight, so the most we can hope to accomplish is moving the bed to the basement… but the poopiness that is that room right now is a whole other blog post. It’s so… stark.