As I approach from the stairwell the one on the left is my studio. The laundry door is first, then the high stairs to the beautiful space I think of as the wind room – a small high pavilion open on all sides to catch the evening breezes. My studio is tucked under this.
On the right side of the roof is the room I think of as the reading room. I have kept it fairly free of clutter, but all my books are there, and it is set up as a quiet retreat. I have had my small sewing group up here, curled in chairs and reading. It has a wonderful high arched ceiling and feels utterly Middle Eastern – and I just love it. Between the two I have the perfect arrangement.