Cottage Daydream

I caught myself daydreaming today of owning a little cottage. Maybe in Bandera, that way I could drop the kids off at my parents' and go to my cottage and just have time to myself. It'd be cute and cottagey with one bedroom. The bedroom would have a white iron bed with old quilts on it. There'd be a stash of pajamas in the dresser, along with a stash of painting overalls. The living room would be a studio, the rug a large tarp. I'd have a comfy sofa and chairs, but they'd be mismatched and the decor would be my paintings. My workspace would take center stage, not to show off, but because the middle of a room is the best for painting. I wouldn't paint while I had company, but I'd show my painted canvases to guests when they were over. And I'd always have good food to offer from the little kitchen. This cottage would have lots of windows and be flooded with natural light. And outside the windows, I'd see lots of climbing roses and arbors of wisteria. And bees. I could open the front door and the back door and the breeze would be enough to cool the entire (small) space. Everything would be white and light and airy, and my mood would be light and pleasant. I'd wake up wanting to paint, stay awake, wanting company. I'd leave satisfied and ready to get back to my regular house...

I might add to this daydream because there are so many thoughts that haven't made it to the word part of my brain yet.