I’m not a fan of wasted spaces, but I am, however, a big fan of private spaces.
In our old home, the main bedroom was like a train station. Ours was the only bathroom with a shower and my dressing room hosted the only hairdryer in the house. There always seemed to have been a reason for at least one of the kids to be hanging there. For the most part it was fine, but sometimes it became too much.
So when we renovated our new home, we planned it so that our bedroom is completely private. Now everyone has their own shower and we invested in another hairdryer or two.
Initially the fact that our room was off limits was quite a novelty, but, like having supper around the kitchen table instead of the television, it’s something that becomes the norm after a while.
This evening I heard a knock on the door followed by a ‘Can I come in’ and I couldn’t help but smile. It’s not that I’m hiding anything, or that I’m up to any funny business, but I do love the fact that I can put a special chocolate in my bedside table and still find it there a few days later, or that I can excuse myself from the noise if I just want some peace and quiet.
So now the response to can I come in often leads to long chats on my bed, but the fact that it’s not shoved in my face whether I want it or not, makes all the difference.