So, I think it's fairly well documented how much I love my apartment. It's perfect for me. Perfect. I don't intend to live in it for more than a few years, but still. It's the bee's knees. And I've been gathering more and more perfect stuff to feather the little nest with lately (lots of art for the walls, some small furniture pieces, etc.).
The only room that I don't love as passionately as the rest is the kitchen, and that is due to the curse of awful "Apartment Cabinets". But suddenly, I do.
I can cope with the bad cabinets (for now). I'm really liking it. At least, this little stove-top view:
I think it's mostly due to these little greeting-letters.
...and the very hilarious vintage embroidered hand-towel (a recent thrift-find).
I don't really agree with that sentiment, but I DO find it wildly hilarious that someone believed in it strongly enough to embroider it.
