Call me crazy, but lately I've had this deep desire to live in a treehouse. I read an article recently about this 70-some-year-old couple who built themselves a treehouse, and they spend all their time in it--watching sunsets, drinking wine, holding hands. I thought it was the most romantic thing I'd ever heard. Suddenly I caught this vision of Cole and I doing that very same thing (minus the wine). Here are some pics. I couldn't find my ideal treehouse though because it hasn't been built yet! Spacious, high off the ground, spiral staircase, Victorian or French-style, stained glass, a deck, with lanterns strung around. Whimsical yet earthy. None of this plastic, Disneyland crap. Oh yes. It's all here in my head. *Sigh* One day.
Are these amazing or is it just me??