Hands up who had a ‘cubby’ when they were little??
I had my mum’s, from when she was little, which as a structure, was totally amazing, they just don’t build em like that anymore 😉
BUT… it was dark and full of spiders so I was too scared to go inside. That thing was screaming for a skylight, but alas it never got one. I wonder what happened to it!
Obviously, my cubby experience was not complete so I got myself a new one under the guise of buying it for my daughter. Even before we got it I had pictured it nestled into the trees and me, gazing out at it, from the house.
So this is how it eventuated. My daughters 9th birthday was coming up (yes I know 9 is probably a bit old for a cubby, but she, I mean I, wanted it) We just happened to find one close to home, in our price range, so hubby could easily pick it up with the bobcat, and plonk it in its new home. Simple! To me that is, not him!
As an unexpected bonus, Jemima’s excitement upon seeing the cubby arrive on the forks of the bobcat was truly amazing. I don’t think I have ever seen someone so happy, and so able to express that joy! It was truly unbridled enthusiasm, to quote a 90’s sitcom 😉 That moment in itself made the whole exercise worthwhile, and I’ll have that forever!
Then, all I needed to do was give it a makeover, a lick of paint and some new flooring and furniture. Voila!!! Now it’s screaming for a ‘tea party’ photo shoot.
It’s since been rejected by my 9 year old but I don’t care, I still have my cubby to gaze out at 🙂
Oh and for trivia’s sake – The definition of ‘cubby’ is small room, and a synonym is ‘snuggery’ How cute!!
It is with great excitement I type these words. For today I start anew!!
It seems to me I have been coming across much lately, (newspaper articles, blogs and conversation) that is concerned with our love of technology and social media with little or no thought about the effects it may be having on us.
Is this because we are addicted or are we just oblivious? Is it killing or enhancing conversation and relationships?? Do we care??? I do!!
Personally, I love my gadgets, but I also love all things retro. So when I decided to take a look at removing my modern ‘lures’ my first thought was to turn to my typewriter.
An old school typewriter is really a work of art. It’s beautiful!!
Who amongst us would not love to walk out to the letter box, and open a letter from a dear friend which had been typed on a manual typewriter. And by manual I mean one that you have to really push the keys down hard, and there is no eraser key. It’s as good as a hand written one. You can actually feel, and maybe smell, the person on the paper. They have handled it and possibly smudged it. Imagine the deliciousness of the ‘attempted’ corrected mistakes. An email pales in comparison.
I used to have a friend who would write to me using hand made paper, and even hand crafted envelopes out of whatever he had at his disposal. Possibly a page from a magazine. He was also an amazing joint roller so paper was obviously his tool of choice. Whilst I have not had such a letter from him for many years they are such special memories for me. Maybe I should type him a letter and tell him that.
When I got out my typewriter, (which I could never bring myself to get rid of) as a tool for this blog post, the sentence I typed was to me, so synonymous with typewriters, I couldn’t resist. Sorry.
Think I might type a letter to a friend today, instead of Facebooking.