I’ve wanted to live in a loft since I was about eleven or twelve years old. I don’t know where I got the idea. A real artist’s loft. Not a modern take on a loft. And it’s always alluded me. I’m still wanting. And waiting. Not that I haven’t looked.
It’s not something I dwell on. Certainly don’t think about it everyday. But since reading Tuesday’s WordPress Daily Prompt, I can’t get it out of my mind: “You win a contest to build your dream home. Draft the plans.”
Yeah, what I’m talking about is in an old warehouse, or factory. Twenty-foot ceilings, inside. Minimum. Brick walls. A wall or two of big windows, preferably rounded at the top. Concrete floors. Or wide, scuffed Continue reading