I had a dream…
I decided to check up on my old room mate a few nights ago. Of course I did this by reading her design blog and I ended up having this bizarre dream of being in some sort of refugee camp a-la District 9, but with hopes of soon moving (which is relevant because the man and I are moving in to Park Slope this summer). Anyway, I run in to Jami (my old roomie) and there is this really gnarly loveseat that, as we dodge bullets, she tells me she could get reupholstered for a really good deal.
One day I’ll be able to afford her services. Until then I’ll just dream about a better day.
Here’s a pic of our tiny messy apartment last spring :)
