Front Door Fort

Glad you liked my sidewalk lounge—wait till you see the evening upgrade! As dusk rolled in and the street quieted down, I caught a breeze through the lobby doors and padded all the way back under our front door. Right on the low wooden shoe rack sat a freshly folded cable-knit scarf. I scrambled up the wooden slat and wriggled right into the squishy wool folds, propping a smooth shoehorn behind me like a sleek recliner. With my hands tucked deep in my hoodie and the soft knit blocking the door draft, it's officially the coziest nightcap spot in the house.