This is the living room. Everything is so nicely furnished - not because I've been struck by the interior decorating bug - but rather because the lovely young woman from whom I am subletting is very fashion/pretty things-conscious. Please note Mitch's new Hilti drill gun in the red case by the window.
This is from the other side of the living room. The first picture was taken in front of the door to the hallway. That's our half-a-kitchen in the far middle. Please note coats HANGING UP on the pantry door (not dropped on the floor; Mitch and I are tidy now; really) and of course Penelope on the ottoman.
The bedroom. Not obscenely large, of course, but a good size. Through that barred window is our own little fire escape, which is very cool. We're on the fourth floor of a walk-up, by the way. That's not fun, but it's very good exercise. Very good.
The bathroom is not large. But the blue is a relatively nice color. Also, weird, the hot water knob in the shower gets SO HOT when it's on. You will give yourself second-degree burns if you grab it, so regulating water temperature becomes a deadly game of turn-knob-briefly-with-thumb-and/or-forefinger + sizzle + curse-word-of-your-choice + try again.
Looking down from the door of the bedroom through the apartment to Mitch standing in the entrance to the kitchenette. Bathroom on the right.
Stella - demure and beautiful as always. Also, hard to photograph, as always. Mitch's very late Xmas present from my mom draped over the back of the couch - navy blue J. Crew sweater.
Penny is not overly pleased. Maybe because it's not a great picture of him. The red bag is Mitch's Granny's Xmas present to me, which also arrived fashionably late (last Saturday when Mitch got here and the first time we'd seen each other since Xmas). It now holds quarters for laundry.
And that's us. Me a retard with no eyebrows and hair parted down the middle and Mitch, tall and dark and handsome and making us dinner.
Signing off for now. Tata!
