Why The Name "Treehouse Knits?"
The journey begins with a dream of a treehouse. My hubby is the dreamer of the family, and I tend to be the realist. I learned this difference about us very early on in the relationship. So when he told me he had a dream of building a big treehouse someday for his kids (aka, "him"), I laughed at the thought. Probably even rolled my eyes. At the time, we lived in a treeless condo in downtown Chicago. We didn't have any children, and he worked 80 hour work weeks. Suuure, we can build a treehouse someday...
Then came the two boys. A move to suburbs. And a yard with trees! FedEx started delivering books on treehouse building. Essential tools for building were procured. Graph paper with various sketches of treehouses began appearing around the house. Our DVR recorded treehouse tv shows. I still was skeptical at the thought of such a big outdoor project. Skeptical that this project would ever "get off the ground."
Actual construction began with the help of some friendly neighborhood competition (our neighbor also had similar "dreams"), and then a visit from two of my husband's "Obi-Wans" of construction and all things home maintenance -- the grandpas. With their wisdom and manpower, the treehouse project began. Posts were dug, brackets were screwed into trees, decking was laid, walls put up, roof nailed on, railing put up, staircase lovingly built.
The first time I went up into the treehouse, I immediately visualized myself knitting on it's deck. Visions of me spinning on my spinning wheel (I don't have a spinning wheel) quickly followed. I felt inspired and relaxed up in the trees. It's a special place, and reminds me that while being realistic can keep you from making some major mistakes in life, "dreaming" is the necessary start for anything big and exciting! I enjoy seeing my boys playing in it, but I dream of me knitting and spinning in there some day. My little fiber arts retreat. Hey, maybe I'm actually turning into a dreamer!