June 9th, 2010
I ♥ Tents
Hello, hello! Long time no see! You all missed me, right? ;) My move went really well, and I’m finally starting to get myself all settled in. Things are still very disastrous around my apartment, but it’s livable. I’ve been trying to catch up with blogging and get back into the swing of things for a few days now, and funnily enough, it took me becoming bed-ridden to actually sit down and start said tackling! Yes, ladies and gents, no sooner do I arrive out east, than my uber-klutziness kicks itself into high gear and I’ve injured myself. Again. I’m like a walking bruise. Band-aid brand should hire me as their poster girl. Silliness aside, it’s nothing too major. I think I’ve pulled a muscle in both of my calves so walking is less than fun. So I’ve confined myself to icing and bed rest. Which brings me to my wistful childish dream of the day… tents. Breezy, flowing, cozy, and all that yumminess wrapped up in a pretty little sheet of fabric!
I figure, if I’m going to be stuck in bed, I might as well make the best of it. So I’ve built myself a little home inside my home: a tent in my bedroom to hang out in and wish I was far, far away in a magical land …where I didn’t want to chop my legs off.
Strangely enough, I’ve never been one for camping. I’m not a super outdoorsy kind of person. I enjoy nature. In small doses. Or from the comfort of my own home à la photograph. Terrible, I know. But anything that involves sleeping on the ground, or going for days on end without washing my hair, or rolling around in a mud puddle just doesn’t quite make my eyes see little floating hearts. But tents, despite my disdain for roughin’ it in the wild, still hold this mesmerizing power over me. And I get giddy at the thought of them, let alone building little tent forts from spare sheets.
Is it sad that twenty-two year old me wants to build individual tents for all of my friends and have a sleep-over? If only I’d been clever enough to think of something like this ten years ago. So for now, I’ll just be chillin’ in my green-quilt tent all by my lonesome and lusting over all of these pretty little constructions wishing a) I was a twelve year old girl again, b) not afraid of the ickies of the outdoors (bugs, dirt, lack of hygiene), or c) all of the above.
Edited to add: It just occurred to me that I already gushed excessively about canopies a few months ago. I suppose my life-long dream for a canopy translates well to my new obsessive-love for tents. ;)
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:D Aw, thank you, Marthe! I guess the feeling is mutual then because I’m so glad to have found your blog as well! :D
Ah, yes! Fairy lights are perfect for tent building. They completely slipped my mind, but I know I have some floating around somewhere. I should try and find mine to make my bed-tent even more magical. :D
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