I thought I’d let you look around my apartment today. A behind-the-scenes tour, if you want to call it that.
You’ve seen parts of my place all dressed up — covered with nice napkins and dishes, piles of forks and mugs of coffee, purposely haphazard pieces of parsley and slices of orange — but I figured I’d take a step back, maybe two, and lay the surfaces bare.
The light in my apartment isn’t great, so I find myself chasing the sun most days.
Here’s where I take most of my pictures. It’s an old, stained microwave cart on wheels.
Somethings I take things outside to the balcony.
This is my table.
If you squint, you can also catch a glimpse of my chairs — six in all, three pairs, each pair a different design. There are the tall ladder backs with slats. The short ladder backs with round rungs. And the woven backs. My sister bought them for me.
Here’s my coffee table. It’s big. Three-feet by three-feet by two-feet big. Which I hear is just about the same size as Deb Perelman‘s kitchen. It also has storage.
I had toast for breakfast.