Monday, July 24, 2006

my new apartment

i am officially moved in to my new apartment. sort of. i mean, i am moved in, but my roommate moira is still on her way back from her travels, so has not moved in yet. thus, the apartment feels lonely.

i LOVE the apartment. it's really light and spacious and pretty. and new. and has lots of outlets (this might seem like a strange thing to get excited about, but neither of my apartments in san francisco had more than one outlet per room. it was a nuisance to say the least.).

as promised (to moira), here our some pics of our new place.

our living room, which faces the street:



another shot of our living room, from the other direction. i took this while standing in front of the windows.



and a third shot of our living room, also taken while standing in front of the windows. those two doors you can see down the hallway are to the two bedrooms.



and a shot of our kitchen. the kitchen is off the main room just before the short hallway to the bedrooms.



and finally some shots of moira's room (moo, sorry the light is bad in these. they looked fine on my camera, and not as fine when i just uploaded them onto my computer):





Saturday, July 22, 2006

h is for ...

hot.

humid.

horribly sweaty.

i forgot what the east coast is like in the summer. it's all heat and humidity, until you have a big thunderstorm that does something about the heat and the humidity for a brief while (during that brief while you can't really go outside and play because it's raining, thundering, and lightening). but only a brief while, then the h & h start to build up again and then the whole cycle starts again.

in the midst of all this heat and humidity, thunder and lightening, i attempted to work on the wedding blanket.

c is for CRAZY.

i managed about three rows before my legs were so sweaty from the weight of the blanket on them that i was worried i would leave permanent sweat stains on my poor little (seriously belated) wedding blanket.

g is for gross.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

left to right

m is no longer for moving. m is for moved. i've been on the east coast for almost nine whole days and have spent a fair portion of each one of those days missing san francisco. luckily i have a whole host of things going on in my life to be excited about and a trip back to sf at the end of the month to look forward to.

my last week in san francisco was, as some might have predicted, a little bit of a whirlwind. i packed and packed and packed - and donated bags and bags of stuff to goodwill - and the end never seemed to get closer. but after one last massive trip to the post office with my last 11 boxes of belongings (notice i say "last" 11 - that would indicate that there were several boxes that preceeded these 11. my parents, having seen the size of my future nyc apartment (yes, i got an apartment! more on that later!) are less than thrilled about the prospect of spending the next year with these boxes for company), i was packed and ready to go a whole 24 HOURS before my flight. this should be considered somewhat miraculous.

i spent my first three days back on the right coast acclimating (sort of) to the heat and humidity. i always forget how miserable east coast summers can be. i'm sort of adjusted, but have been getting funny looks from my parents when i take a couple of extra layers with me, you know, just in case the fog rolls in and the temperature drops 15 degrees. oh wait. that's NEVER going to happen.

after three days of rest and recuperation, i headed into nyc to begin the apartment hunting process. i've done my fair share of apartment hunting, but only in san francisco, so this was my first foray into the nyc real estate zoo. to make matters more complicated, my future roomie, is traveling in the wilds of syria right now.

what i learned on my apartment hunt:

1. real estate brokers are really, really expensive
2. real estate brokers make the whole apartment hunting process way, way less painful than it would otherwise be

i met ron, my trusty real estate dude, at around 3p on thursday. we spent 30 or 40 minutes going over my needs (cheap. cheap. cheap.) and then he sent me out with trusty real estate assistant rob to actually see some apartments.

there are no words to describe the first two apartments that i saw with rob (also, since two other real estate brokers showed me these apartments, they are apparently the only 2 two bedroom apartments for $2000 available in this stretch of manhattan). dank, dirty, and disgusting are three that come to mind. all for the bargain basement price of $2010. yes, that's real. rob the real estate assistant was able to look at me with a straight face and tell me that i should be excited about the prospect of paying $1005 a month for a bedroom in which i would be lucky to squeeze half of a twin bed.

i started getting nervous.

we had a brief break before our next appointment, so we separated and at the appointed time, i made my way over to harlem. bring on harlem. the block that the apartment is on is a really pretty tree-lined stretch of urban oasis with new townhouses on both sides. i started to get excited.

the owner, guy, let us into the apartment and within two steps, i knew i wanted it. it's on the third floor of a three-story townhouse and is light-filled, and spacious, and new, and has pretty floors, and is clean. and CHEAP! i wanted it. i wantedwantedwanted it. one teensy, tinsy little problem. my roommate was in syria with no reliable method of communication.

well, my friends, that is what we call a dilemma. so i did what i could. i called my roommate's mom. by the time we finally connected, i was a few beers into my night and had to run out of the extremely loud bar that i was in, all the while screaming "hold on, mrs. s., hold on!" long story short, mrs. s said to do what i thought was best. i slept on it, decided i needed back-up, called my parents, they drove in, and we made a group decision to just go for it. submitted an application and two hours later found out that i got the apartment! so exciting.

i don't have pictures of the inside yet, but here's one of the outside. we have the top floor, those four windows:



and here's one of our block:



and two of lenox avenue, which is just at the end of our block:





that last one has my mom in it, in case you couldn't tell.

i went in yesterday to sign the lease and should have the keys by friday. more pictures of the inside to follow soon.

my one small piece of knitting news. after a few, frantic days during which i thought that the postal service had lost my entire stash, both boxes showed up on my parents' doorstep. phew.

Monday, July 03, 2006

ply a little tenderness.

welcome back friends.
first and foremost, today is a sad day. charis, aka c-dawg-knit - by far the most active and dedicated member of this blog - has left the west coast to persue her dreams in the big apple. after a frenzied week of packing boxes upon boxes of shoes and yarn and handbags, charis has up and left us...though don't be afraid, dear readers - i am counting on her to continue to motivate me to knit, laugh and watch cheesey movies - even from the east coast.

charis, i and the rest of the west coast will miss you. lots.

in honor of charis persuing her dreams, i have learned how to ply yarn.
first i spun this:


some wonderful camel-colored corriedale from Weavers Oaks in Novato, CA.

and then i plied it:


and now i'm knitting it up into the blanket from this book




i hope this doesn't turn into wedding blanket part two...