This is a lovely window I wish were in my house.
I could think about hanging gauzy fabrics like these down our sliding glass door—or maybe gauzy scarves? Something to let the light through, and a sense of the outdoors.
I used to love the matchstick blinds in the kitchen of my "treehouse" on Forest Avenue; they had that same organic feel. (And I was tickled by the way the kitchen—a later addition to the house—slanted forward, so anything I baked was always fatter on one side, and two legs of my dish cupboard had to be lengthened with little squares of wood.)
I could think about hanging gauzy fabrics like these down our sliding glass door—or maybe gauzy scarves? Something to let the light through, and a sense of the outdoors.
I used to love the matchstick blinds in the kitchen of my "treehouse" on Forest Avenue; they had that same organic feel. (And I was tickled by the way the kitchen—a later addition to the house—slanted forward, so anything I baked was always fatter on one side, and two legs of my dish cupboard had to be lengthened with little squares of wood.)
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