Look! In spite of the Riverdance rehearsals from 7:30-8:00 every morning, my apartment rocks!
I have a chair!
(This is actually the same Eames-like chair I read all my books in as a child, and that I got rocked in as a baby even earlier.)
I have SHELVES, which on the apartment furniture black market would be equivalent to having about twenty kilos of cocaine. Because these are CUSTOM BUILT. By my dad, who is a MASTER CRAFTSMAN. (Also retired! And available to hire for YOUR shelf-building needs! Email me!)
This is where the internet is. So fast! And what’s that? Another chair! (That’s the knitting basket to the left.)
And…best of all….I have A FULL-SIZE OVEN.
AND I HAVE THIS CLOSET. This closet has its own light. I think I have to lie down now.