Tour of a Closet

The kiddie looking stitchery is for my youngest son. Eleven years in the making. I only have to finish up some daisy chain things on the bottom part of the shelf then add his stats. But, I consider it pretty much done. Whilst I try to figure out how to sew on the daisy chain bits, I am working on a smaller kit for one of my pay it forwards. It's that longish bit there to the left. That's all anyone will ever see of it until it is done and the person who gets it shows it off on her blog. Period. No more peeksees!


This is the condo's front door. There is a nice nook there, but anything lighter than a book will blow clean off it (the shelf) when the door gets opened. There is a basket for our slippers (flip flops) under the shelf, but pretty much everyone is guilty of not using it (dernit!).
But this rule applies 100% in the condo and in our new home. No excuses. Unless you're the Chief. Ahem.
Gosh, do I even show this???? Here's the second bedroom where Chief and I sleep. There's a long closet to the left and the utility closet to the right. Hey, Dawn, there's my red paper shredder. To my consternation, Chief likes the curtain open at night so he can watch the city before he goes to sleep. Why does it consternate me? Well, he's snoring about five minutes after he lies down. I'm up for hours. Well, okay, maybe half an hour. I go through a phase thing: mildly amused he's snoring, mildly annoyed he's snoring, pissed the heck off he's snoring, then too tired and mad at myself for going in this cycle again, comatose myself. I probably snore, too, but no one has told me so yet.
The tiny launderette. I keep it hummin' most the time. That set hardly gets a rest. Our room is the the right and the second bathroom to the left. No pics of the second bathroom. I do not share MY private stuff.
The living/dining room.
The master bedroom. This is what we gave up for the kids to use.
What you don't see is the second sink (I loathe those stupid sinks: square? they are a pain to clean!) and the jet tub to the right (we don't use it so I don't have to clean it before we move outta here). The hall to this bathroom has a long closet to the left and a walk-in closet to the right. Nice space, actually. Oh, I'm sick of telling everyone to pick up after themselves so if their junk is exposed to the world, so what.
The kitchen. The apron hangs on the door to the pantry. This is after lunch. I'm cleaning up after I post this post.
Really, it's not that small of a place . . . it works for now, but as the days close in on our move into a house with a yard . . . no more lifts and key fobs and . . . no more temptation of the Mall and shops . . . I'll have my craft stuff and all that . . .

Speaking of craft stuff. I was talking to my mum a while ago and she asked me (ordered as in requested, not "I TOLD YOU") if I'd make five more rosaries like the one I recently made her. She wants to give one to each member in her Marian group. Pretty cool. I said I would order parts and make them as soon as I get moved in. I guess I'm getting busier.

T'is good.

God rest the soul of author Frank McCourt. If you haven't read Angela's Ashes, you might want to. I've read it about five times.

I'm off to stitch and drink up more coffee!