A peculiar thing happened over the weekend. After breakfast on Saturday, Hilary and I were struck simultaneously with a curious sensation – something that’s never happened before: we decided to do a massive clean of our apartment.
The stovetop was scoured, the floors were swiffered, everything was dusted top to bottom, and while I was rearranging end-tables to accommodate brand new lamps from our lovely dance friends Hilary cleaned out our fridge. I think anybody who has ever found a mouldy tin of chickpeas in the back of a fridge can agree, that girl deserves a medal of honour. I’ll let her share the complete horror story with you another day (there was something about liquefied cucumbers and a really nice cheese gone really off).
The next day our dad came over and hung up the remainder of our pictures, and now we can’t stop remarking how much this place looks like a home. The apartment has got ridiculously high ceilings, which we love, not only because it’s gorgeous, but because it means our stompy upstairs neighbours are further away from our heads. But it does pose a bit of a problem when you haven’t got a lot of stuff, because all the rooms look really sparse. With stuff finally on the walls, it’s all starting to come together. Now I just have to convince Cricket to let me put faux-wall-mounted antlers above the tv…
~ Julia Maurice Sabre-Ocean