cabin fever

Lately, the more I confront the magnitude of school work I’ve got to accomplish (made worse by my hell-bent tendency to procrastinate) the more I want to ditch the grid and head to my Fantasy Cabin. In Fantasy Cabin World I go unplugged and unaccompanied. I have this enormous capacity to enjoy kicking around on my own. For me, each and every day must have a back door exit through which I escape to the land of alone. It’s vital to my ability to be nice mummy and not bat shit crazy mummy (which, in all fairness, can happen anyway.) Actually, it’s just plain vital to my survival—it’s joy rehab.

Having lived in the country before—growing food, heating with wood and freezing my ass off en route to the bathroom first thing on a winter morning—the fantasy is fairly evenly weighted with the screwball realities that make country living exactly what it is: not for the faint of heart. Or those who seek reassurance in urban buzz that never quits. Isolation can mess with your head, but in Fantasy Cabin land, despite the realities of snowed-in days, freezing pipes, wood-chopping, and needing a vehicle that isn’t ever allowed to die, that isolation is a refuge for me. I get to go to that place of solitude where gulps of fresh air cleanse me of anxiety. A day filled with winter walks, wood-smoke-tinged clothes, heaps of books, crafty afternoons and a bottomless pot of soup. And always some music … and eventually, some most excellent company.

While we’re on the subject of fantastical spots of refuge, I get to own up to my absurd envy of each of these delicious photos. And speaking of fantasy: Cabin Porn. Go there!

Have a glorious, snow-crazed weekend. Unless, of course, the sun has other plans for you …

bliss ❤

photos by: keliy anderson-staley

photo by: david swales

photo by: lou murray

photo by: dave sinaguglia

photo by: jamie beck

photo by: robert rausch

photo by: trevor curtin

photo by: hans georg gaul

photo by: linda edwards