Did you ever play house outside when you were a child? I did. I remember setting up little outdoor kitchens where ever I could. Under the water tank stand, in a small clearing amongst the overgrown shrubs or under the enormous pepper tree at my grandmothers house. An upturned box for a table, an old jar filled with soursops and utensils made from found bits and pieces, cooking dishes with leaves and petals and mud. I would happily play for hours at a time.
I only recalled those childhood memories this week as we stayed at Lily Cottage. A tiny rustic cottage, one L-shaped room, sparsely furnished with second hand finds and a kitchen filled with gorgeous vintage treasure. Prettily painted windows frame views of the cottage garden and out over lush green pastures to the ocean beyond. No fridge, no oven, no electricity and a sink outside for washing up. It's totally basic, totally rustic and totally charming. It reminded me of a grown up version of playing house. And that's what I did on our seaside holiday. Cooked delicious food and played house. Just like I did all those years ago.
I only recalled those childhood memories this week as we stayed at Lily Cottage. A tiny rustic cottage, one L-shaped room, sparsely furnished with second hand finds and a kitchen filled with gorgeous vintage treasure. Prettily painted windows frame views of the cottage garden and out over lush green pastures to the ocean beyond. No fridge, no oven, no electricity and a sink outside for washing up. It's totally basic, totally rustic and totally charming. It reminded me of a grown up version of playing house. And that's what I did on our seaside holiday. Cooked delicious food and played house. Just like I did all those years ago.
