Spent the weekend trying not to be filled with confusion and rage about work. Leigh was back on Friday, and she invited me to her apartment on Carmine Street. It’s a tiny 3 bedroom place, and she and her southern belle-mates pay $1650 each for a tiny room that fits a bed and a dresser. They barely have a kitchen/living room, but they have a roof deck. They all have heavily accessorized beds with coordinated comforters, massive euro shams and bolster pillows. Did you catch my mention that it was “time to make a duvet cover”, the other post? I gotta say, I did a damn fine job making a reversible cover out of two floral tapestries from Urban Outfitters, each side beautifully contrasting the other in shades of olive, charcoal, light and dark rose. I have four standard pillows, two in pink pillow cases and two in my trusty Ralph Lauren leopard print pillow cases. They class up this two-door room in a way I hadn’t imagined, and my Technics receiver is looking pretty cool too. Who needs a roof deck, when you’ve got this flat + practically a view of Studio B?
Tomorrow I’m going to sell some fall clothes at Beacon’s Closet, and several of my ebay auctions are ending. Time for some new looks. Falling into fall. Something’s gotta give, amirite?
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