beeeech haus

So, not quite ready to upload photos, but I can safely say that the way I’ve (with help) arranged my new 2/3 basement, 1/3 main floor apartment makes me feel like I have a bedroom that is in an airy summer beach house, a living room that’s a front room to a yoga sanctuary/book club meeting place, and a kitchen that’s… well… a funky, functional kitchen that’s a work in progress.

New (home-owning/sharing) landlord = totally into the idea of container gardening and back[yard]/patio bbqs.

New apartment > old apartment.

Fresh face

… for my wall!

And by ‘fresh,’ I mean ‘terribly similar to painter’s tape green.’

underneath it all is 'my little pony purple'. the left is the terrible colour that made me cry. the right is the new 'spruce green' which was given to me in pity.

Despite the fact that I painted so impulsively, it feels good to be a part of the history of this apartment.  Last night I was noticing a long bump in the wall that is only about 3mm wide but about 8 feet long.  I think it’s because of excess paint on the outer rim of my paint roll.  I examined all the other bumps and crevices on the wall and thought about how some of them were hidden and some were exaggerated by my recent 3 coats of paint.

I think it’s kind of neat to live in places that have housed a lot of people.  Places that are in neighbourhoods that are notoriously cheap and/or transient, and that allow people a really comfortable resting place without having to relinquish their entire credit capability to the buyer’s market.

It’s fun to imagine who’s lived there before, why they chose such a location, and WHY they’d have the guts to choose my little pony purple as a colour to paint a whole hallway with.

I’ve added to the great list of ‘Why’s’ in this place, and it makes me feel at home.

interfree

i have to sit on my front porch to get my internet.

my apartment is so hot i need to have cold showers.

the train runs right in front of my house.

my stove is old and not very good.

the floors creak.

 

i love this place.

no place like home

Momma B’s got a new place to live.
West end.
Surrounded by friends.
The main man is a bike ride away.
The lake’s close.
Cool restaurants are a jaunt away.
Close to the subway.
Whole floor to myself.
A shared porch and backyard.
Windows in every room.
Three closets.
Full kitchen.

A whole new world.

no carpets for me! just hardwood. hells ya.

loft

I’m seriously considering moving into a very cool loft.

There are no kitchen cupboards. There is no bathtub. There are no windows other than the sky light. There’s no outdoor space. It is kind of echoey. It would be a lot of work to make it look like my space. It would be completely different from how I live now.

It has tall ceilings and a sky light, and space above the bathroom or the closet for a bed. There are two other storage-like spaces up and away. Plants would trive in the crazy light. There is plenty of space for entertaining. It’s in the same building as a yoga studio. There is hardwood flooring. It’s a five-minute walk to the subway, and a ten minute walk from Roncesvalles. It would be a lot of fun to make it look like my space. It would be completely different from how I live now.

I think I just convinced myself.

craigslist

I think this is my favourite post-secret I’ve ever seen!