Comfy.

So um...lately I have been obsessed with creature comforts. No thanks, sky high heel shoes, I'll wear some sandals out. So long diet, I'm gonna live with my curves.

You get the picture.

But like, the thought of having an ultra comfy house, relatively small with soft lighting and NOOKS? 

Get out of town. I just got a case of the warm fuzzies. 

Inspiration for the thoughts of my "perfect house" (leave your judgement here, guys, its what girls DO) :

HOW pretty is this?? It's a good thing I don't own this house, because I'd never leave it. 

I would live there. No lie. I know its like a tree house, but...I want this as my house. I'm sure UGA wouldn't mind if I set this puppy up in one of the trees in that wooded area on Lumpkin do you? Nah, I didn't think so either.

Nooks. I've always wanted a nook. Sure, I'd take a Jane Austen in there with me and never get schoolwork done/ forget the outside world for days at a time, but come on. It's worth the risk. 

YES. 

I don't even care if it would make people call me hobbit...even more so then they already do. It would be so worth it. 

Anyways, realistically I would love a nook at the top of the stairs, like this:

How cute!! Bright colors, looks comfy, I could dig it. 

If you'll excuse me, I have to go scour the Pottery Barn website. 

* Quote of the Day: Like a good chess player, Satan is always trying to manuever you into a position where you can save your castle only by losing your bishop. - C.S. Lewis