Husband and I whisked ourselves out of town (30 whole minutes from the
house!) for our anniversary this year. We talk about it every year, this
is one of only two years we've done it. Another thing we often talk
about is building our dream home. I've sketched floor plans, he's tried
to talk me into purchasing expensive software so he can show me his
ideas - in 3D! I have a basic idea of what I want at this point. I'm not
sure houses don't already exist with all the features I want, so I've
kept my mind open to pre-owned houses as well. Not to mention my love for
quirky old homes in our city's oldest district. We even owned one when
we first got married, but the repairs outgrew our budget, and we had to
sell it. So when I saw that the B&B where we stayed was an 1892
Victorian with a turret, I was in love. When I discovered that part of
our room was in the turret, I squealed like a tween with delight. It
wasn't just part of our room, it was behind a wall, the low-roofed hall
access like a secret passage. And within the turret: a reading niche,
with chairs and lamps. Utopia.
Naturally, I concluded that my quirky house MUST have a turret. The turret must
be in my bedroom and contain a reader's recluse, just like this one. So
I began sketching. And abandoning, and sketching anew. Repeat. I
couldn't seem to grasp how the design would work in real life. I even found myself abandoning the house sketch I've had in mind for months to get the turret to work. This will be where I
read my novels, read my magazines, play sudoku, write poetry, update my
blog, hide from the kids! I tried
to sleep. I couldn't. It had to work!
Eventually I concluded that the turret would have to be only upstairs; I couldn't find a use for it downstairs. Is that possible? I have no idea. But that's what I want. I don't care if it's unreasonable or even unfeasible. I want a round room sanctuary. Why round? For the awesomeness. I have no doubt a feng shui consultant would say the same thing.
