What My Grandmother’s Table Knew About Design

I have been paying attention to rooms my entire life.

In every city I've visited, every hotel I've checked into, and every home that has welcomed me, I have never stopped noticing how spaces make people feel.

Some rooms I have forgotten entirely.

And then there are the ones I still carry with me.

Not because I remember the sofa.

Or the paint color.

Or whether the draperies touched the floor.

I remember how they felt.

My grandmother’s house was one of those places.

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