That said, there's only so much IKEA our little rabbit hutch can take. And we still need stuff. Although we won't be in NY for long, we don't want to feel like we're camping. And for me the difference between camping and actually living somewhere is the presence of a nightstand.
So... meet our new fleamarket nightstands:
|$25 for a nightstand in the shape of a tiny chair... a bargain|
|TLOML splashed out $40 on his tin solider box. Worth every penny for the masculine touch it brings the bedroom.|
|Something tells me we will never get around to sanding and repainting... shabby chic, or summat.|
The efficacy of our bedbug precautions is yet to be known. Rest assured, dear reader, if I wake up itching all over, you will be the first to know. After TLOML that is.
Speaking of TLOML, he is of the opinion that the possession that marks the line between camping and living is a wine fridge. So as I type he's u-hauling it to Brooklyn in search of a Craig's List bargain.
I think we're almost actually living here!