There is a small room we use for odd projects like having a place to hang laundry lines, avoiding the dryer. A place to hang a worthless old print that has stationed itself like a talisman in the background of my life.
This little room can also be an undisturbed place to take pictures of toys borrowed from Mabel and brought home on trust.
And everybody already has heard about the old-world charms of the kitchen at sunset.
