I’m a daydreamer. A chronic one maybe. I’m that person that gazes off into the distance at work, walking the dog or even driving. I mainly daydream about how I envision my future. I don’t aspire to be rich and famous. I don’t need a mansion or a Ferrari. I dream of peace of mind and stability. I thought I’d create a series about my zone out moments to see if anyone can relate.
I want a big, airy space.
Lots of natural light from bay windows.
Translucent, white curtains that dance in the warm breeze.
Hardwood floors that I’ve memorized where they creak.
Plants scattered everywhere I look.
Peonies and hydrangeas.
Trinkets sitting on floating shelves to remind me where I've traveled.
Shelves of my favorite classics, thrillers, and my stay-at-home-mom novels.
Bohemian yet modern furniture with pops of color for pillows.
Art strewn across the walls.
Art of my own and my collection of indie artists.
A candle or diffuser in every room.
Pictures of family and friends at each turn.
This is how I want my own place to be. This is how my own place will be.