The New House tour continues, and now I take you to my garret. For yes, it is true-- I have a garret. Actually the tail end of a very long strange half-gable off our bedroom, through a secret door in the wall. (What quirks have old houses with dubious renovations of yore!)We use this long strange room as our closet, which contains two dressers, a long rack of hanging clothes, and a whole mess of things like Christmas lights and suitcases, things you'd expect to find in an attic. And in late February when we saw the apartment for ten minutes and decided to make our home here, I didn't realize how big this room was. Didn't consider that it could possibly accommodate my desk and a bookshelf, but it does.
My husband was a wee bit disconcerted at the idea of me setting up shop in the back of the closet, but this is not just any closet, and it has a window. And there wouldn't have been room downstairs for the bookshelves and both our desks (for he requires a desk too, of course, being a brilliant graphic designer). It's not much to look at, I know, but it's mine, and really I'm just fond of saying "my garret." I think I've wanted one forever without even knowing it.
(And if anyone's asking, I'm now reading A Week of This by Nathan Whitlock, and The Myth of the Simple Machines by Laurel Snyder.)
