Then I looked down. Loved the way my skirt matched my bike. How my black shoes reflected back into the black handlebars. A white button-down shirt is one of my favorite clothing items of all time. A series, a long series of photographs, ensued. I have deleted many so as not to bore you. Needless to say, I must apologize for the fuzziness; apparently these are not easy angles to photograph at, especially in fading light.
50: A New Place to Call Home. That's right, I moved! I'm renting out a room in the Sunset. Gosh what a great location. Just perfect for me, after what I learned to love and learned about myself in China. The room itself is a converted dining room, complete with fireplace and all - typical San Francisco, I think, and exquisitely quirky and one-of-a-kind. Small but cozy, I've already got myself a little perch from which to watch life ramble by on the streets below.
That little lamp, absolutely thrifty, from an estate sale that I spied on the way to a garage sale in my weekend of trolling up and down the peninsula in search of pieces to furnish my little room. I have to admit that there really hasn't been a February challenge [other than putting myself on a crafting budget], but I am keeping in the spirit of January and attempting, as much as possible, to furnish everything second-hand. I know some of my friends want to move away from the slapdash, mismatched look of a college apartment, but seeing as I never had the privelage of such an apartment, I'm perfectly happy to go with that for the time being. So is my wallet, and so is the environment.