Are you bored yet? If so (or if not) say so in the comments. It’s lonely over here! I see that you’re reading but no one leaves me notes…
Moving right along, I gave moderate consideration to this apartment in a cond-op building. Of every Manhattan (not Brooklyn) apartment I viewed during my hunt, this unit featured the nicest fixtures of all. At that time, I was considering increasing my upper rent limit to $2800 so the broker wisely showed me the rental she called a unicorn.
As college ended, I thought I needed to cut my hair into something resembling sophistication. Somehow I ended up with this:
I cried about it (OK, a LOT). I had dreams about having my old long hair. And now, when I get tired of long-ish hair, I remind myself that I was miserable with short hair.
See?
Still with me?
Based on size alone, any one of the five available 1 BR apartments at 340 E. 29th Street (also known as Berkley Park) should have been my top choice. Right?
Would you like to see some of the apartments I didn’t take? OK then! Here’s one.
95 Christopher Street in Greenwich Village
I looked at three studios (two with the same layout, one with a different), all around $2850 per month. Sample listing with floor plan here.
Yes, almost $3000 per month. That’s rent, not a mortgage payment. You don’t get to keep the place.
I love Jo Malone fragrance. If I wear perfume (and I don’t do so often), it’s Vintage Gardenia or Nectarine Blossom & Honey.*
But I can’t say I’m going to run to Bloomingdale’s to try the new Wild Bluebell, at least not based on this creepy artwork.
Would you buy this perfume?
*fyi my birthday is 10/16. Just in case…you know.
I want to buy this skirt in every color. I have it in black so far.
I found this June New York Magazine article all kinds of crazy, which is to say fascinating. You must read it, mostly so I have someone with whom to discuss it.
Sometime this month, and as soon as this week, the court will issue its final decision in the case. It will be, at long last, the definitive adjudication of one of the most voluminous and colorful cases in the history of American jurisprudence. But for those whose lives constituted the case’s facts, the decision will mean less than nothing. For within one year of that morning in 2006, all of them would be gone.
I bought a case
