I’m trying to remember which house style was symbolic of health and happiness, back when I was growing up. I think it was the Dutch Colonial. No matter whether the house was ancient, post-Victorian, or newly minted, nothing said “American family home” like a gambrel roof.
In this photo, I was trying to decide how to finish my bedroom, which had been a home office in prior years. The paint chips and fabric samples had been pinned to the walls for quite some time. I’d bought a flat-weave rug in a Morris design, you see, colored red and green.
This is about dinnertime in an old house. I am writing this during summer, and I am home. Downstairs my boys are watching TV after dinner, lolling about in damp bathing trunks, having run and swum and skate-boarded and walked the dog. I am finishing up this issue before a family vacation in California. We’re leaving in four days.