Over le weekend, I decided to take a hands on approach to my bare walls.
*Big thanks to Jackie (and Neko), my slave labor throughout the whole process!*
With the added space from the move, I’m starting to struggle with fitting in everything I want to do in the small amount of free time I have during the week. I now live much closer to friends, I want to sew a new duvet cover, I’m working on a cardigan/sweater pattern because I inherited 2 rolls of amaaaazing bamboo jersey cotton, I just started a great new book that I can’t seem to put down, the beach is only 20ish blocks away, and of course my kitties, True Blood, Dexter on the horizon and Project Runway! What is a girl to do? I don’t understand boredom in this city.