Category Archives: small apt living

Isn’t this just the most adorable appliance you ever saw:

If you also live in a tiny space but aren’t lucky enough to have a ridiculously-sweet and amazingly-thoughtful friend to get one for you (I’m now realizing, in retrospect, that she even sneakily discovered my favorite color before ordering!), you can Google Delonghi kMix appliances to find this compact 5-cup drip coffee maker in your favorite color. It fits perfectly on top of my kitchen rack:

And I can’t wait for NyQuil to knock me out so that I can hurry up and wake up to a cup of coffee.

For a sick girl, I had quite a lovely day of being spoiled by lovely people. In addition to the coffee maker, I received a really nice care package from my parents, half of an already-sectioned grapefruit + an iced latte made with cashew milk from Leah, the care package I had ordered myself from June Taylor’s, sympathy from every coworker every time I sneezed, lunch on someone else’s dime, and extra peanut butter leftover from a photo shoot.

Now tomorrow will probably suck. But at least I’ll be able to start it off happily with a cup of new coffee (from fancy ground coffee beans from Mom and Dad’s care package) brewed by my new coffee maker (from my very nice friend, who shall remain anonymous so as not to provoke the jealousy of others)!

I learned from Deborah that trays are a decorators’ best friend. And I learned from living in tiny apartments that trays are also a small-space-dweller’s best friend. When I need extra counter space, I just pick up this (extremely heavy) tray and move it:

The end.

In other news, I hopped on a crowded express train and had to stand next to a homeless man who smelled like poop today. I wish he had been on a tray I could have moved outta the way … Literally smelled like poop. Homegirl got on the train and yelled, “Aw naw! Who pooped up in here?”

Trays are good. Poop is not.

In my old life, I hated black things that weren’t clothes. And now this is the tableau on the sofa table in front of my bed:

Oh, New York. How you’ve changed me so.

Things that are not glamorous: living in an apartment the size of a dorm room, not having room for a couch or dining table, and wearing pajamas until 5pm on a Sunday. I’m sewing up a few Christmas presents under just these conditions, and it looks very depressingly like this:

If anyone wants to lend me their normal-sized apartment until December 20, I’ll pay rent in homemade baked goods.

Did I mention my building abuts the projects? Fo real, yo.