Constant Obsession: Treehouses

I never had a treehouse as a kid. I don’t think I know anyone who did. I’ve been slowly making a canopy for my bed so that I can feel like I’m tucked away in a treehouse or a fort {we loved making forts when I was a kid}, but what I really want is a treehouse. These photos are from baumraum. I would love to have one of these to hide out in.

Oh, and I should note that I did have a super sweet cabin under an evergreen when I was a little one. My grandfather and Uncle Jim built it for me and my brother and I would fill glass jars with grass and fireflies and sit in there at night using them as lanterns during summer visits. I remember the way it smelled, the way it was always damp, the moss that clung to the logs after a few summers . . . it was probably my favorite place in the whole entire world.