Come through. Mind the cat.
|The Grey Creeps sees phantoms in the stairwell.|
One of the things I think M and I were most excited about was buying ourselves some "real" furniture for the living room. That chair on the right feels particularly posh and grown-up, somehow.
|Do sit down. I wonder if Mrs. Bale might rustle us up some drinks.|
Our dining room in the last place was really an indentation in the hall leading to the bedrooms. And actually sitting at the dining room table, because of a
|The Dining Room: No maneuvers required.|
It seems that apartment kitchens, once you get one that is larger than a broom closet, are much of a muchness. But this one is aces on cabinet space.
|Though it could do with a broom closet, actually.|
One of our dreams is to someday have a house in which we have an honest-to-goodness library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves. Nothing but books, books, books, and a few nice comfy armchairs. It's almost an impossibility in Apartment Land, I fear (I can't fathom why they don't run to floor-to-ceiling shelves), but we have come pleasingly close.
|"My" room, in the sense that it's my things decorating it and it's where I will do |
|. . . but also a lovely place to sit together and read.|
We've gone simple and a tiny bit spare in the bedroom (the last was full-to-bursting with bookshelves), and somehow it feels grown up, too, not to have the library spilling over into the bedroom (except around the nightstands, of course).
|That lump in front of the pillows is The Black Bullet, what seems to have found a fun hidey place for naps.|
|The Black Bullet and The Grey Creeps share a nap with Wallis. They will try to deny it. Sorry, kittens. Pictures means it happened.|
|The Grey Creeps builds up strength for fierce stalkings later on.|
One of the best things about the new place is that M now has a room for his own, too.
|Just please don't call it a man cave.|
It's slowly becoming not just a nice set of rooms nicely set up, but our home. And I have to admit that this helps:
|"Good of the Pinkishes to get this chair for us, eh, GC?" "Do hush, BB. The sound of your voice curls my whiskers, and I just cannot abide curling whiskers at naptime. It's just so frightfully undrowsy."|