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NEW on my Q&A page: a response to Sally, who wrote seeking my advice on entering the Brooklyn real-estate market as first-time home-buyers.
THERE’S NO ELEGANT WAY to make a typical brownstone parlor floor-through into a one-bedroom apartment. Either the kitchen’s in the middle, or the bedroom is. But I don’t care. I want the ceiling height, the long windows, the moldings, the mantels – the grandeur, however faded — even if it means having hardly any closets, a minuscule kitchen, or a bed in the middle of the space.

The parlor floor (upper part of a duplex) on Dean Street I recently left - DUH! - with the new tenant's fab furnishings
In the past couple of weeks, I’ve gone from wanting ONLY a parlor floor, to considering third-floor apartments, which have more square footage because they include that ‘extra’ room above the entry hall — to insisting on a parlor floor again. I’ll have to find one in a wide building so it doesn’t feel too cramped.
In thirty years of Brooklyn living, I’ve ALWAYS had a parlor floor (and then some). Middle-class Victorians, I’ve read, hardly used them. They were carpeted and stuffed with furniture and bric-a-brac, and only opened up for visitors, while the family cooked and ate on the garden level, and slept and really lived on the floors above.
Meanwhile, my whole quest is more or less on hold, as my closing on the cottage in Springs approaches (this Thursday Friday – YAY!)
I never intended to live ‘out there’ full time, as a primary residence, but since I’m without a fixed address in Brooklyn at the moment, I may just do that for a while, and resume my parlor-floor rental search at a later date.
NOT THAT I’VE MADE a comprehensive study of them, but I particularly enjoy peeking into the ‘Backyard’ Community Garden at the corner of Hamilton Avenue and Van Brunt Street in Red Hook.
About half the good-sized lot consists of wood-trimmed vegetable planting beds in various geometric shapes. The other half is a rolling mini-landscape of lush but tidy shade plantings and bulbs under white birch trees - very romantic for such an industrial setting, right by the container port.
The terracotta culvert, covered with salvaged brick and stone, is a brilliant stoke, adding architectural interest to a formerly featureless lot.
Next time you go to the Gowanus Nursery on Summit Street, a boutique operation with out-of-the-ordinary plant offerings, or are on your way to Fairway or IKEA, pull over and take a look.

























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