about the place
e have lived in a hotel for five weeks now. It's not as bad as it sounds. The place we are in is an apartment building that has been converted into hotel space so the rooms come with full kitchens, living rooms, etc. Imagine your first apartment. It's like that. Only with hotel furniture, hotel pictures, hotel coffee, hotel colours. So not as cool as your first apartment but about the size of it. And they “clean” it every day. All that to say that we are doing just fine here but are likely dying a slow death by burgundy and forest green.
In about a week we will be moving into our apartment which, I might add, I have never seen the inside of. Have you ever had to do that before? It's a bit exciting because it will be the first time in a year and a half that we will be able to unpack all our stuff which has been in storage the entire time. I'm curious to rediscover what I own!
In the meantime my friend Laura is attempting to teach me how to knit. How could she have known what she was getting into? I made a little headway, felt proud of myself, made a mistake I couldn't fix, pulled it all out and forgot how to cast on so what you see here is how far I've gotten.
This photo is a bit painful for me. One week to go and goodbye scrapbook couch and rust-coloured pillows! The one thing that helps me accept this couch is seeing a half smile on each maple leaf in the pattern of the fabric. Every maple leaf should be a happy one but these ones can barely smirk and can you blame them? My elbows break out in bumps whenever I sit on this couch so I can only imagine what they're going through having made their home in its very weave and warp. And I'm not kidding about my elbows. I have to wear long sleeves if I'm going to sit here. Yes, I'm thankful I have something to sit on. Next.
The sky more than makes up for the couch. It's different every day and I spend lots of time looking out with my head in the clouds - figuratively, literally.
All of that from this here window.
Then I write about it here.