My bed arrived on time.
It meant leaving the cocooned comfort of the Soho Grand, and delving into reality.
In reality, I gave myself a huge pat on my back, for remembering to stock my kitchen with every non-perishable necessity on the last trip, including hand soap.
In reality, I could then start settling Bruno into his new life, create a schedule for us.
Recently I’ve been repeatedly told that I seem to have this whole business of moving down to an art form…
I’ve never really considered moving that way- but hey, like art-making, I do a lot of research. Once the fun stuff like the physical moving, electric/gas account, phone line, new banking services are sorted out, the most joyful part of moving- putting a home together, can really begin.
And so, we braved the paralyzing heat to Brooklyn in search of.
Unlike previous homes, this 15th abode presents a chance to create a private space, solely for Bruno and me.
Chevron stripes on a vintage love seat in velour that color-co-ordinates with him? Good idea, Bruno!
I’m in my element. Sweat soaking through my shirt, itchy neck- who gives!
Alas, I’m too disciplined a shopper/choreographer/decorator. An owl is not on my to-do list.
The flower pot on the other hand…
OH. Everyone knows how I feel about vintage baskets!!! (But the basket is not on my list either. Farewell, basket.)
Precious! How many of us remember that cane magazine-newspaper holder thingy from growing up in the 70s?
Be still my heart-
By noon, my stash was grouped together for visual and accounting purposes…
It was a successful morning of thrifting.
When the weather cools, we’d gladly be back!
- Dobbin Street Co-op, 37 Norman, Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Thank you, Courtney for inviting us over, and for your help today.