I find that I take exceptional joy, childlike jovility even, in the idea of secret lairs. From tree-houses to secret rooms and cubbies, quiet office spaces to walk in closets, I find myself drawn to private and secret abodes and lairs. I have come across some interesting spaces in my lifetime and created a few of my own in my day, but I am especially curious about where other people hide to avoid humanity. We are such social creatures by birth and yet take such pleasure in avoiding one another that I've made it the subject of today's post. (Typed appropriately on my iPhone while hiding out in Klaeren's office; listening to my iPod, while sitting on a yoga mat, avoiding humanity, and restoring a bit of my own in the process.)
I've decided to share a few of my favorite hideouts with you:
1. The secret winged 'closets' of my Memere & Pepere's Cape House: these were matching and fully furnished crawl spaces in the house on Cape Cod in which my Grandmother added rugs, children-sized chairs and toys and books to-fulfilling our need to hide at an early age.