Something made me look back at the apartments I considered to see what rents look like now.
You know I hate that word, obsessed. But I didn’t know how to give this post a catchy, make-you-want-to-read-it title without including obsession.
And it’s not an addiction like the TV show. I will never ever eat the stuffing of a couch cushion–promise.
My weird thing to do is this: when I see a tiny sink in a New York City restaurant, I take a picture, often with my free hand in the pic for scale.
Friday, July 17, 2015
My father died at 2 am. It is 10 am and I am already back in Northeastern PA at my
parents’ mother’s house. Everything is terrible. Nothing is comfortable. It’s easily one of the top five worst days of my life (and at least two of the others happened in the days just prior).
Compounding the misery, I don’t really have much to wear. I left NYC for Philly straight from a work meeting on Monday, with just the clothes on my back. There are a few t-shirts and stuff in the drawers of the dresser in my childhood bedroom, but not much else. Katie kindly brought me a suitcase with some clothes on Tuesday, but I have already worn everything in it–other than the lacy yellow thong I found mixed in.*
This is how I ended up dressed like this in a J Crew factory store.
Here is a nice break from all of the heavy stuff I’ve been posting here about Dad and life recently. Please enjoy.
Maybe Hillary should consider giving this silver + purple look a go.