Kid’s Book Nooks

I have only  one essential requirement for my dream home:

A book nook!

There is just something about having a little place designated in the home where you can cuddle up with a good book and relax that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

This morning as I rearranged (for the millionth time) my kid’s overflowing book shelves, I began to daydream about finally giving them their own special reading space.

Here are a few inspirations I found:

Amazing nook inside a playroom! I love how the book shelves are designed to have the books facing out so that kid’s can easily choose what they want to read. (via)

A few colourful cushions and a crate full of books make the perfect no-hassle nook. Very simple to put together – a godsend for busy moms! (via)

The secret hideaway! Think converted broom closet. Two simple shelves and a vintage lamp to shed light on their favourite tales. Kids will love this tucked away retreat. (via)

Bright, funky, and undeniably cool! A cloud bubble nook which would be great for older kids, tweens and teens. (via)

If you love a bit of DIY, this is the nook for you! Made out of pallets, this space-saving nook would make the perfect weekend project. (via)

The “whole family” nook. This nook is large enough to hold a couple of kids or an adult and kid combo for bedtime stories. You could even divide the shelves into kid and adult sections. (via)

A skinny nook with a view. Perfect for a quick catch-up on your favourite novel. This is a great no-frills option for moms and dads. (via)

And finally — my DREAM nook! Two words = enormous window. Seeing all that natural light pouring in is making me giddy!  If I had a nook like this, I would never leave it. I would probably eat and sleep there and need to hire a nanny. Ah well, a girl can dream!  🙂

Do you have a book nook in your home?

Conversations, collages, and other people’s husbands

Last Wednesday’s Creative Development class involved planning an imaginary party, playing a rousing game of “red light, green light” and a show and tell of some of the collages our fellow classmates had put together. It reminded me of a class I took back in college called Remedial Childhood. We rode bikes in the woods, had picnics in the park, and did lots and lots of colouring – of course. And yes, I earned actual college credit for participating. Why can’t all classes be that fun? Check out my collage:

Thursday’s Narrative class saw us discussing The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. The class seemed evenly divided into camps of those who loved it and those who abhorred it. I was somehow in the middle, leaning heavily toward adding it to my list of Books I Have Started But Have No Plans to Ever Finish. The discussion was lively. I threw in my two cents about the story being largely plot driven, the lack of emotional connection between the characters and the reader, and the role of Lisbeth Salander as a false heroine. The teacher was also not a fan of the book and advised us to watch the movie if we had a strong constitution. She called it brutal. I think I’ll pass.

Class finished off with a heated debate about the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Arguments were focused on whether or not it was appropriate for an author to tell someone else’s story while claiming it as their own. I decided to play devil’s advocate. I posed the question “can a white person tell a black person’s story?” There were claims that race was not an issue — that this was simply about not allowing the person who has experienced an event to give it their own voice. I disagreed. It is a race thing. It shouldn’t be, but it is. Oh look…. why didn’t I notice that elephant in the room before?! On the other hand, is this not what writer’s do? They create. Tell tales. True ones and not so true ones. Because someone did not experience the Holocaust does that preclude them from writing about it? Whatever happened to creative license? Discussions, discussions…

I skipped Thursday evening’s class to go drinking at the pub. Ok, not exactly. I reluctantly attended a parent’s night out at the local “family friendly” pub/restaurant. (I did skip class though). Once I’d finished my first glass of cheap wine, I was feeling decidedly more relaxed and managed to make a few new friends. The moms I met were ok – some were downright lovely – but it was the dads who were the most friendly and sociable. All of these husbands, cheerfully mingling. Chatting about bruised knees, bike rides, and babysitting. Dads who had attended the Harvest Festival and Quiz Night with enthusiasm. Stay-at-home dads, work-from-home dads. Dads fixing the lunches and doing the school run. I was in awe. Hooray for men like them! I got on so well with these guys, probably because deep down I knew they would not be judging me on whether or not I was wearing last season’s shoes.


Tattoos and collages

No, it’s not what you think. I haven’t joined a craft-loving biker gang. Haha.

My first two assignments of the semester have been to read as much as humanly possible of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (no small feat, I assure you) and to create a collage of images that represent ME.

I have managed to trudge through to an impressive page 103 of dragon girl and diligently snipped out a plethora of magazine words and pictures that I feel can somehow give a little insight into what makes me tick. Photos of babies in bright onesies and fun phrases such as “My sex life is non-existent”. Yes, this is my life.

In class last night the question was asked “what is creativity?” My definition would be this: creativity is flexibility, spontaneity, uncertainty.  Creativity is finding new ways to solve old problems. Creativity is taking risks. Creativity is unrestrained ways of thinking, about anything and everything. Creativity is different. Unique.

And now it’s time to return to dragon girl… page 104 and counting…