Greetings all,
I was a total tom boy growing up, my best friend was the boy one house over & we played for hours in my back garden. I had huge rocks, climbing trees, a swimming pool & then my dreams came true, my father built me a tree house. My father was the son of a carpenter & everything he built "would hold the Sydney Harbour Bridge" as he hammered in a zillion nails to all manner of structures. When my big brothers were little, they had horses, in our back garden, in St Ives!! Seriously, 4 horses on Sydney's North Shore!! As a child i played in the barn, clearly zero fear of spiders & let my imagination run wild.
Now my tree house looked nothing like these fancy images - the base was the neighbour's old ping pong table - but it had a balcony, ladder, windows & a shingled roof.
It has a steep stair ladder & was among the Jacaranda trees, you had all manner of exits. We could reach out & eat Mulberries. Life was ace.
We were even allowed to sleepover in it with friends!! Bless the 1980's. My mother would bring midnight snacks & hot chocolates out on a tray like room service!!
My tree house still lives on, solid as a rock, my children play it when we visit Sydney. I'm going to be more heart broken than i realise when my parents sell our family home next year.
One of the best things about planning our own home, is dreaming up things like a tree house for the children or a fancy viewing platform to show off the best views to guests.
In the latest Smith Journal (Frankie Magazine's brother) they had a great feature on tree houses, ditto google images for tree house eye candy. When we finally buy land & plan a house, i'm going to do some carpentry courses so i can fiddle around with off cuts & build something amazing. Don't you love the branchy hand rails??
I might be lady like now . . . take away the sequins & fluff - give me gum boots & a hand saw - i'm right back to my roots. I've spent the day gardening (weeding really) & tossing all the off cuts to the chickens & ducks. I even gave them the leftover roses from our Friday the 13th party, which were gobbled down with gusto. Can't wait to go out into the chicken run tomorrow & slip over in extremely-organic-poo. I might sew with precision but i'm very clumsy & a slipper-overer, normally with a public audience. Have gorgeous weekends everyone. Love Posie
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Our childhood cubby house and the one my kids have now were also not that fancy...{who really has one like that???} Glad you are still dreaming up big things for your move. x
I was a tomboy as well I grew up on a farm and the only kids around to play with was my older brother and all his friends. Even in my country primary school my senior year class had only 4 girls and 35 boys. Surrounded by boys will make you into a tomboy all right! My Dad made us a metal cubby house, the window was a plastic door on its side that looked out into the padocks. Its still there and I hope they never sell :) Must be hard for you, take lots of pictures so you can look back on it years from now x
Our kids made their own treehouses out of some of the trees which fell in the drought. They weren't happy when removed them and had a huge bonfire. Re the frost, just wait 'til you're out here in the country...it is at least a couple of degrees colder without the cover of the 'burbs.
I didn't really have a tree house as a child, but I think I spent what would have amounted to many weeks sitting in the tree in our front garden watching the world going by. It was my special place. I hope you get to build your kids their special place one day.
Some of my favourite childhood memories are of eating mulberries up a tree.
How amazing are those images??
xx
Your post made me smile a whole lot! I always wanted a tree house - as close as it ever got was me hefting some really long planks up into the old pear tree... needless to say when Dad got home they came down again - they were so long they were sticking out dangerously. Looking forward to seeing what you do when you have your own place. :)
i didn't have a tree house, but i spent a lot of time in trees and swings as a kid. and hours down by the creek in the fields and woods.
A tree house! How seriously cool! I will make the cookies to go with the midnight hot chocolates! I never had a tree house as a kid! Deprived! That's what I was!
LOVE LOVE LOVE tree houses. I have some books you might like to borrow, all of wonderful tree houses around the world. So inspiring! My treehouse (given I was very much a bush kid and surrounded by gums and wattle - neither very climbable) was a pallet tied up a very tall gumtree, to be accessed by climbing harness and prussic loops... No sleepovers there! Great view over Pittwater though.
My forever house includes a tree house too. Actually, ideally it would BE a treehouse...
Childhood up a tree, that was me. x x
I always wanted a treehouse as a kid.....I was a tom boy till mid high school...I had my own tractor, momma!
Rosie, I was a tom boy too until my teens although we too were without fancy treehouses. I always wanted one though! :)
Now these are awesome! I love my treehouse as a kid :)
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Michelle
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Some seriously impressive treehouses there! I always wanted one as a kid! x
Were looking at land too, found a lovely 5 acre plot, vame with a cubby and tree swing, bliss.
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