I loved this line from Nicole Krauss’ haunting story “The Young Painters” in which the narrator describes a dancer’s apartment where she’s attending a dinner party: “Once I…began examining his many little collections I had the elated, otherworldly feeling I sometimes get when entering the sphere of another’s life, when for a moment changing my banal habits and living like that seems entirely possible, a feeling that always dissolves the next morning, when I wake up to the familiar, unmovable shapes of my own life.”
This describes exactly the weird elation I feel when I see a home, in person or online, that inspires me. Lately I’ve been obsessing about, what else, tiny toddler rooms. It’s so nice to know Harper isn’t the only kiddo who lives in a glorified closet (the Brooklyn baby bedroom, as I call it) and to get some good ideas besides. And have I mentioned Baby Brother is on the way? Who knows where he’ll go. Anyway.
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