
This is an old city house and because I went to a private school in the suburbs, most of my friends grew up in modern suburban houses. I always felt so sorry for them with their foam-core doors and brass doorknobs. And no keyholes! How would they ever be able to practice their Harriet the Spy skills?
This post is part of a series on the details I love in my parents' home. For the previous post, go here.