Ever since I first saw this beautiful novelty piece at Harry’s parents house, I fell in love, and when his mom decided it wouldn’t work, we knew it was perfect for our lit-loving new home. After letting it sit on the floor in front of the cookbook shelf for a week, we put it up last weekend and I couldn’t be happier with it.
Along with the small jars and potpourri bird, I put my first edition of Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn propped up–it only seemed appropriate.
On the cookbook shelf below is my growing collection of cookbooks, including books like the Roberta’s Cookbook, Gramercy Tavern Cookbook, and The Meatball Shop Cookbook, all from well-known NYC establishments, but also including a Barefoot Contessa set and new staples like The Mac and Cheese Cookbook. I try to cook something new every weekend, and these books all help me find new and interesting recipes to try and adapt for my own use.
Having a cookbook shelf has long been a dream of mine, and this makes me so happy to look at every day. Mostly, though, I’m thrilled that our apartment is finally starting to come together and look like a place where real people live–and it doesn’t hurt if it looks like a decorator passed through, too.
PS The candle burning is made by Sydney Hale – cedarwood and vanilla – and I highly recommend their work.