Refuge

Dear readers, I have made a shocking discovery:  being sick is no fun.

Seriously.  I think I have a bruised rib from all the coughing I've been doing - I definitely have strained muscles in my neck and possibly the blood vessels in my eyes are threatening to burst.  (Sorry to gross you out, but you know how it is.)  My landlord family is probably about to call the 19th century to report a case of consumption.

But anyways, what with taking a day off work plus spending the evenings quietly housebound - you gotta do what you gotta do to recover - I've been spending a lot of time chez moi this week and I have to say that, actually, this new place is pretty kickin'.  Apartment Therapy's smallcool contest gave me lots of ideas for how to continue to make this place my own, but even as is it's definitely home.  And that means that, even on hour sixteen in bed - Wednesday's sick day, I'm looking at you - I'm glad to be here.

That being said, I can't wait to move into a flat/house that has room for these beauties:

Katie Maennle