Oh, the joys of moving. My calves are still feeling it from all the trips to Bed, Bath & Beyond. You would think one of the few upsides of a tiny room is that furnishing it would be pretty straightforward. But setting up a bedroom comes with certain fixed costs, regardless of size, and cramped quarters mandates some creative use of space. The (almost) finished product:
It’s really funny to watch someone navigate the room. Getting to the “far” side involves your choice of a somersault or a stop, drop, and roll maneuver over the bed.
In other news…
When did it become so hard to find regular, no frills hangers? You know the kind that are plastic, white, and $2? In the past few days I’ve encountered every other incarnation of the humble hanger: tie hangers, velvet no-slip suit hangers, skirt hangers, slack hangers, wooden hangers, attachable hangers, heavyweight hangers, and on and on. What I did not find were for-the-majority-of-the-everyday-clothes-in-my-wardrobe hangers.
On Saturday Dad and I ate at Cafeteria, a restaurant so hip it calls itself Cafeteria. We ordered a jasmine fizz and a cactus pear lemonade. I can’t say what colors I was expecting them to be (yellow and green, maybe?) but last on my list would be lavender and bright pink. I wish someone had taken a picture of us sipping our girly drinks.
Later that night I set off a grapefruit avalanche at Westside Market. An actual avalanche of grapefruit. I maintain it was mostly the fault of the person before me, who had somehow managed to arrange the pile so that the slightest movement spelled disaster. The thing looked structurally sound to me. Next thing I know there’s a sea of grapefruit around my feet. So I won’t be showing my face there for a couple of weeks. It’s a shame because it’s the best market I’ve found so far in Manhattan.
