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I have less than a week left of maternity leave and we are about to close on the Artist Bungalow. This is kind of chaotic timing. I am trying to strategize packing and the decor for the Artist Bungalow before returning to work next week. Strategizing basically means I have been browsing Pinterest, IKEA, and various design websites. Very productive, yes. I have yet to put anything into a box. I actually don't have any boxes yet; if only looking around the Internet would produce packed and labeled boxes.
In one of my searches I came across an article about conversation pits. Growing up, my friend's house had a conversation pit. Even though as a child I did not fully understand the concept of retro, I knew her house was a throw-back. It was so fun, yet bizarre, to walk along the top of the couch. I always wondered if anyone ever accidently fell into the pit. My friend's brother was a sleep-walker. For this reason I believed the pit was a major liability, and I was shocked by how indifferent my friend's parents felt about the subject. Liabilities aside, I do find conversation pits endearing. I doubt I will ever have one, but I would love to go to a house with a cozy conversation pit. For some reason I feel like conversation pits are probably only found in Southern California or South Florida these days. I secretly hope the pits make a comeback.
What are your thoughts about conversation pits? Doesn't this one look so comfy?
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