My husband weeps as he reads about my favorite nook on Brooklyn Limestone; he refers to it as the death of his reading nook. It’s true, he set up this little narrow space with a chair and a shelf of books when we first moved in, and I greedily moved the chair to the living room where we needed extra seating and moved the books to the bedroom, where my husband reads every night. Since then I have been called a nook-killer and worse.

But alas, we must move on {seriously honey, get over it}, and my favorite nook in my house has been shared on Brooklyn Limestone.