I’m working on a post of more impressive proportions, but for now, here’s a shot of my reading corner. It’s cozy and sunny and I like it.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a chapter of Queen Victoria: From Her Birth to the Death of the Prince Consort by Cecil Woodham-Smith (she wrote one volume and died before completing the second, which is too bad for me—and for posterity in general).
Surely you have a cozy place where you read and recharge. Such places do wonders for creativity. Tell me about it.