I’m not really one for minimal settings, but something about this room moves me. It’s in its resemblance to some important spaces earlier in my life with sloped ceilings and furniture low to the ground; specifically, my grandmother’s room on the upper floor of her undormered Cape Cod house in Queens, my bedroom on the second floor of the first house we lived in, and the attic bedroom I had in the French House in college. I feel safe, secure, and happy in rooms like this.
Reblogged from mi casa es su casa
