Okay so I lived with my parents. Got married. Had a baby. Got Divorced. Had another baby. Married again 14 years after the first time. I have pretty much been someone's something all my life and because of this I have shared every space I've every been in. If that doesn't afford me a space of my own after 50 years I don't know what does. This is my space and it makes me feel like a tall glass of wine, like sunshine, and a soft little breeze. It's something I highly recommend to all the mama's in the world.
