A few months ago I rearranged our living room to make it a bit more cozy, a place more suited for conversations and – of course – for reading.
Of course, the trouble with making a place more hospitable to reading is that reading ends up happening there.
And, if the point of my rearranging was to make the living room a more lovely place, then sometimes all that reading and visiting (when it is between children), can get in the way. When I arrange the room just so, sit back and admire it, then I am tempted (and, unfortunately, much more than tempted) to get huffy when I see
the living room not so much just so.
These pictures, then, are a testimony and a reminder to myself that the purpose of the room is more fulfilled when it’s a place people can hang out with books comfortably than when it’s arranged just right.
This is far more lovely, really, than a well-arranged room.
Because I know you’ll ask