This summer I was playing cards with my boys on the floor of this lake cabin and I was content. My husband came up behind me as I was washing dishes in this kitchen and pressed his face into my neck and I was content. I spent sweaty nights listening to crickets play moon songs outside through the open windows and I was content. Got drunk on gin and soda water in the yard to folk songs while my kids floated on green water and I was content. Slow evenings. Slow mornings. Slow days.
I talk a lot about what I call ‘domestic litter’- the natural remnants of living. This place embodies that for me.
This house is love and I wanted to make something that I felt it deserved.