About Kindred Spirits...

Everyone should have someone they can invite over without feeling ashamed about the mess in the apartment. If they call and say they’ll be there in 10 minutes, there’s no need to kick socks under the couch or hide the pile of ironing in the closet. Because you know for sure—they couldn’t care less about your mess. They care so little that they won’t even bat an eye when they step on a Lego or walk barefoot into a spill of compote at the entrance. They'll swing open the door, either frostbitten or sweaty depending on the weather, and say something silly like, 'Peek-a-boo, here I am!' And in their hands, they'll inevitably have a package of remarkably stale cookies from the nearest kiosk.