incorrigible

The office. I call it the Library, now. Much more official. I put down a rug and convinced toothpickmoe to ditch the long-loved fooseball table that took up the entire office in the old place.




I think this is a shot of the living room. Negotiations in here included me giving up the green velvet chaise lounge (veeeery ann rice) and him saying TTFN to the big ugly blue recliner. We are no longer in college, turns out.



AHHHHHHHHHHH the kitchen. this shot does it no justice. keep in mind, we HAD two cabinets that were falling apart (that i had half painted seafoam before i gave up. that was two years ago.) We NOW have a new stove, a dishwasher, a garbage disposal, and refinished cabinetry. I might do some cooking. Through that door in the back is my washer and dryer. near the cat box. i want to sleep with that machine. like in a sexy way.



The old one had BLACK MOLD EVERYWHERE!!! This one has pretty sinks.




Otis with my bra. Took him a couple of days to get used to the idea of moving, but now he's back to his evil self.




Emma, on the other hand, is my little adventurer. I picture her in a pith helmet discovering inner Afrique. She is used to moving. This is her 14th apartment in 13 years. Poor old lady!