A little snippet of 'camp.' My parents built this log cabin, cutting the trees, milling the logs, designing the layout, and raising the walls themselves (with much help from friends and family, albiet not as much from Steve or I as we would like. We've been busy having babies these past six years, you know.) Each time I visit, I marvel at the beauty and character in each log, and the way the forest around the home is thriving and rich. The home blends into the landscape around it so beautifully that it feels slightly mystical to come upon it in the woods.
This little Corner of the camp is full of kids toys and books. As I was sweeping up (those pine needles sure are messy) before leaving, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that, in the middle of this 'new' home, was a corner full of everything 'old' from my childhood: my bicentennial (ha!) high chair, the toybox my dad built -the lid long missing, and the Raggedy Ann decals barely visible, the Fisher Price neighborhood (more in the toybox, alongside the all time favorite popcorn popper, or as Ezra calls it, "the pushy popper"),and a spool end table, built by my great uncle with my great grandmother's discarded sewing spools, and full of my childhood books.
More Corners of my Home here. Sometime last week, Corners of my Home passed 1,000 members! Wow!! I never could have imagined that when it all started. While I'll admit that some of the photos posted over there, are, well, a little far from the original intent, I still find so many inspiring and lovely images of people's spaces that are so important to them. My energy for posting Corners waxes and wanes, but I keep coming back to it, and am always so inspired by others that do the same. So thanks for sharing the Corners of your Home!