I apologize profusely for the delay in new posts to you, my two readers. I believe my tardiness stems from a prevailing sense of denial that I am actually one of those people, those people who blog. Also my camera charger was just returned to me this morning, which really helps. But the great thing about waiting to write is that now I have a whole slew of exciting news to throw at you at once!

First: NO BOXES! Creative way to store overflow of shoes to come.

Second, what a helpful little kitchen organizer! Elizabeth's momma came for a visit, saw the wreckage we called home and insisted upon finding something to bring some method to the mayhem. Thanks isn't enough for all she's done for our abode!

Also, three cheers for autumnal produce!

Third, how lovely is our bath mat? I think it complements our shower curtain quite nicely.

Just a quick shot of our former "bath mat." If you're thinking to yourself, "Wait, isn't that just a towel?" you're more or less correct. Whoever came up with the idea to market this item as a bath mat is a liar and a thief. But what it lacks in substance it makes up for in an ability to show dirt the moment you set a toe upon it. Good riddance, towel mat thing.

Elizabeth has really been laboring over her little retreat. The desk which is a true achievement (purchased from our neighborhood "Straight from the Crate," a fabulous little furniture store perfect for ladies on budgets), and came with the ottoman-like chair (featured below) which is presently hanging around in the common room, patiently awaiting a purpose. She also seems to have commandeered our lamp for her own purposes - we'll have words later.

just hangin.

The view from her window - the Interior Design Building which houses showrooms for a number of upscale design firms, always inspiring. Our other window provides a view of a brick wall. I didn't include a photo because I imagine you already know what a brick wall looks like. They look the same here as anywhere else.

I realize that I have not truly revealed my own oasis, which is really just a bed - but what a bed.

Here is a quick shot of my sheets - lovely no? I don't want to include a full shot of the bed until I get some appropriate throw pillow cases, because the ones I have now simply don't work at all. I just learned that despite my previously held opinion, pillow cases and pillows are actually sold separately at Pottery Barn. Due to this life-changing revelation, I will be purchasing some white cable knit pillow cases in the very near future, I just need to be sure of my measurements (and my bank account).

This wonderful news came with the purchase of this new basket for storing gym clothes, sweatshirts and other less aesthetically desirable items. There was only one in stock, and I must venture over to the West Side to find another, so it will probably be awhile. In my mind, traveling from the Upper East Side to the Upper West Side is something like machete-ing through the Amazon or setting forth to find the New World with an inadequate crew who all have scurvy. So basically I don't go over there very often. But when/if I ever do buy a friend for this "Harrison" basket as they like to call it over at PB, I plan to place them side by side at the foot of my bed with long, flat pillows on top for possible seating.

My initial purpose for venturing to Pottery Barn, other than the fact that I unapologetically love it, was to inquire about replacing some wine glasses. You may recall that Elizabeth was in ownership of some divine monogrammed wine glasses. Well, I broke them. I think I was trying to do something useful at the time, but really who knows. Join me in wishing the glasses a peaceful and eternal rest.

So lots of new things, hooray! I anticipate that once my next paycheck arrives, lots more new things will suddenly appear in our apartment and I cannot wait to share those items with you!

Also I was recently corresponding with a friend who is native to New York but presently abroad, and she wrote me something along the lines of how sure she was that my apartment was already meticulously decorated. HA. HA. Don't tell her what a mess I truly am!