Holiday balls.

Everything is amplified here.  Sometimes it's just silly, but it is beautiful in this light.

How many ways can you use a NYC Police Barricade?

Rubbers are critical

Blizzard in NYC!

I barely could open my front door this morning. 

I had to climb through 1 foot and 3 inches of snow accumulation. 

Tis the beauty of having a garden apartment....

you are in very touch with mother nature.    

Four days from now many screams, kisses, hugs, I love you's

and drunken expressions will take place right here on this desolate snowy street. 

Hmmmm.....traditions are a funny thing.

Look it....from all sides

A look from all angles, sometimes, is what foots the bill.

The boots are "GRAFFITI " by Henry Ferrera.

I like this distortion.

This is my favourite shot.

This last one reminds me of colonoscopies. 

(Not that I've ever had one)

There will always be at least one "side" you've missed to anything you look at.

I am going to continue to shoot this pair of boots until I grow bored with them.

Might not happen; ever.  They are just a great design. 

Linear Lunacy

Lines.

Light makes lines.

Lines make form.

I spent most of Sunday in the apartment.  Decided to paint another wall in the bedroom, painted the closet doors a stark white and thought about the main wall in the living room.  I think I might take a leap and do something in an ORaNGe! I’ve never done anything orange before. Who knows? I am all talk at this point.  I’ve been from a green, to maybe a lilac, and now orange.  Maybe.  I’ll probably be safe and go with green.  But something close to lime and light.  I do well in that colour room.

I suddenly crave clean lines in my living space.  Very very clean lines.  This is my new goal.  There will be a sprinkle and a splash of softness and fluffiness but sharp and linear will rule the design.

Lines I don’t want to talk about are the lines on my face….hints of lines are more like it.  I will ignore those for now and go on the look-out for a fabulous hydrating-age-defying creamy cream to gift myself this holiday!

Fa la la la lines in the air. 

A mixed media project I finally unwrapped.  I used these brushes at my first volunteer gig with New York Cares.  The first mural that I worked on with a group of volunteers painting a school uptown. I can't remember how many brushes there are but I think there are about 3 or 4 more rows.  This hung in my old kitchen for many years, it is now in my bedroom.  I liked the way this lamp made a shadow on the work.  It's what captured my sight. 

I love how old things in new placements can suddenly catch my eye and inspire me to stop whatever I am doing and grab the cam to freeze the moment. 

Cheers.

Knick-knack, paTTy whack, Give her dog a bone !

Perhaps if the noise volume in the world were at a constant so would the dullness be.  This week was hectic, I’ve been here and there, squirreling thru foreigners and shoppers in the bitter temperatures of the ho ho holiday season, but hanging in.

The other day, I had my first very quiet evening at home, just the pooch and I.  And said pooch, was lounging on my lap.  I don’t believe that has ever happened in the five years that I’ve had him.

 Really? Has it been five years? 

He just lay there quietly, as I sat there quietly, my legs propped up on the Moroccan ottoman over a wide sliver of Beaver fur that I lay across it.  (chuckles)

And during this time, I was incredibly happy to enjoy however many minutes it was that it would be quiet!  And that it was actually more than ONE minute!  How delicious.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The little things aren’t so little are they? 

So here is my update on the clompity-clomp clomp sitch:

When I paid my rent for the month of December, my landlord and I caught up.  We chatted for an hour at her dining table.  (OMG, her apartment might be SMALLER than mine!!!!)  Talked about holidays and how I was settling in.  It was an entire 45 minutes before I said well there is one thing.  And I told her about the waking up at 6am to hard shoes overhead and the dog training/playtime that followed shortly thereafter.  She asked if I wanted to have her have a talk with the tenant upstairs, of course I did. 

Four days went by. 

On the evening of the fourth I saw there was something  in my mailbox.  I opened the entrance door to have a look, and since it wasn’t for me I placed it on the top step as instructed by my landlady.  You see, we’re still getting mail for the previous tenant that lived there.  Oh, and Then I see the circus jack Russell…oh look it …..it's Petey.  (I wonder how they spell it).

So I know it’s the WOMAN upstairs.  And while I try not to look “challenging”, (it’s quite impossible if you know me, you understand)  I am small, but have the confidence and stance of a super muscular pit bull or maybe a rotty, or NO!…A BOXER.  A boxer is much more playful! And elegant!

I digress.  And yeah I know, get over myself ay?  Lol.

So I am standing there, looking at the Jack Russell and whoever is at the other end of the leash.  The woman speaks.  “Oh, you don’t have to hold the door for me”.  Detecting something, but not really knowing what, I just stared incredulously and promptly let the door shut behind me.  She proceeds to leave thru said door about 15 seconds later.   Hmmmm.

Interesting.

I go into my apt, which has a separate entrance  and retrieve my dog and we go for a walk.  Upon return, within minutes actually…as it was bitter cold…I see that the mail I’ve left on the step has been placed back into my mailbox. 

Even more interesting.

Ah, and there is my landlady.  All bundled up, walking slowly from her car to her building.  We chat, and she informs me that she has called the tenant earlier that day to ask that she please quite down.   The tenant, oooh, let’s call her PATTY. Patty and Petey!  Patty and her Peter.  LMAO. 

She reports that Patty became defensive right away.  Said she walked in slippers in her apartment ALL the time.  Well, I’d love to see those g d slippers I would!  They must be platform and spiked!  Lol.

So….that night I suffered terribly.  It was the loudest ever! But it has died down since.  I’ve not reacted, haven’t even turned up my tv or stereo to block it out.  I am just dealing. 

And last night……I slept SOUNDLY.  I guess when you have a control freakazoid and clompity clomp clomper like she is, the best thing is to just pretend she doesn’t exist.   I thought I might install several alarm clocks in my mudroom, RIGHT UNDER HER BEDROOM and have them go off at 2am, 2:30am, 3am, and then again at 4:15, just when she thought she was sound asleep again.  But I don’t need to go there JUST YET!

Which reminds me, the batteries in my megaphone are running low.  I have to replace them soon.  Patty and her old beau there, were getting it on on Sunday.  I can cheer them on this weekend.  But I’d have to move fast or keep the megaphone handy.  It was over in a few minutes! 

All the best for the weekend bloggerpeeps!

NObody KNowS the TrouBLE I SeEn......

Looking at the lives of others, particularly those closest to me, makes me appreciate mine at moments when I don’t feel lucky at all.

Right now, I’ve just moved into a new apartment,  I’m slowly acclimating, having some trouble with sleeping due to the clompity-clomp clomper upstairs.  I mean who the hell lives in an apartment building and walks all hours of the morning and night on a hard wood floor without any coverings…and by that I mean before 7am and after 11pm, in hard soled shoes.  A clueless self absorbed a-hole is who. 

So….it seems that this majour problem in my life, the only one really…..is minutia compared to what others around me are living.

Daniel,  a nice looking gay man, is in a very long term relationship with Tim.  But Tim is an alcoholic and an emotional mess.  Daniel often has escapades with much younger beautiful men, with discretion of course, but Tim knows that he does; he just doesn’t want to hear about it.  They are both in a constant state of denial and prefer things that way.  Daniel is my best friend, although I haven’t reached out to him since before my move.   We’ve been friends for 20 years, and we break off sometimes into our own worlds. We now live on separates coasts but when we reconnect it’s like there never was a break.   Tim cooks and cleans for Daniel AND lets him fool around with gorgeous men.   This is a problem?

Darla, a mom of four, married to a Muslim, actually converted for him, talks about leaving him; two of the four children are autistic.  Darla is bipolar, and medicates every single day. The hubby, Jay, is a stay at home dad who has dinner ready at her arrival and is amazing in bed. MY GOD, he sounds like the perfect husband, what is she complaining about?

Sonya, is an alcoholic mess. She has a female partner (one who thinks she is really a man, or at least in a man’s body) and on the side….she knowingly dates abusive substance using men and incessantly whines about her life.  She cries about being lonely; she has a son, 2 gorgeous grandkids, a man-she who takes care of her financially and lets her date outside of their relationship.  She should reconsider the choices in who she dates and quit the drinking and she’d be just fine! I want a man (OR a man-she) to take care of me financially. WHO DOESN’T? Lol.

And finally, Mary, married for 14 years, mother to an adorable imperious two year old, who is a frail split-end hair from divorce.  The husband, Brad, is “sick of her and wants out” by Spring, when the lease of their condo on the waterfront  runs out . She is terrified of being on her own and starting over at “her age”.   I’ll hold my tongue on this one but trust me I have an opinion.  I know Mary visits my blog....girl....chin up, better stuff is in the future. Don't hold on to the not so good stuff. okay?

I didn't make up any of the scenarios, nor embellished.  Well, the names I did yes.  I respect each of the people stated above, for their own choices, everyone has the right to live and walk their own path even it's right toward the quick sand. 

I am really not judging, I simply state the facts and ask....what exactly is your part in "all of this".  It occurrs to me that each has contributed substantially to their own predicaments.  I also think "all of this" crosses my mind because I do not want to live in my apartment anymore, and I haven’t even met the 30 day mark.  I usually follow the 30 day rule.  Make decisions after a 30 day trial. I simply will not live with noise. I will NOT adjust my schedule. I will NOT spend a cent to sound proof an apartment I do not own.  I will not struggle or fight with another tenant's ignorance, nor with an inefficient landlord. 

I’ve decided that I will move in the Spring, if not sooner.  I am thinking I will research first time home buying and find out about what sort of government grants are if i need one.  I think I want to buy a house, not a condo, next year.  This thing….renting….is for the birds.  Now that I've made that painful move, from a solid house with 5 rooms to a 2-room less-solid home, and have experienced that material things are truly meaningless...I can probably move every month.  This weekend I went thru some of the clothes, I am building a huge bag for goodwill.  I got rid of alot to move here, and I can now sift thru even further.  It is true, you get rid of the junk, and only then you can really see who, what and where you are.  I feel the same applies with emotional junk.  So only the things I truly love, that truly bring me joy, and truly enhance my experience in this world will remain with me to reside in the new home.  And perhaps in only this way I can TRULY make room for more things and persons of true substance. 

Someone expressed to me that they were surprised I hadn’t said anything to the woman upstairs.  Bottom line is, you can’t change stupid people, you cannot get thru to inconsiderate people…you have to just let them be and GET AWAY.  Get as far away from them as possible. From the boring, neglectful, or cheating husbands.  From the drugs and alcohol for escape.  From the self loathing, destruction and deprecation.  And most importantly from the clinging of fear to be who you really are, whatever that may be. 

So cry me a river everyone.  I’ll sail away on my small yacht.

Or you can count your blessings; that you have families, and people who do love you mixed in with a few who don’t. That you have friends and that you live in a country where almost anything is possible. Pull on the reins.  Take control.  I say this with love.

My hair dresser, Maria, she is Polish.  She mocks the Americans she knows or hears about for living such meager lives in this country.  She came here, has her own business and owns her own home.  She’s worked hard for what she has and is living the life she wants.  Why aren't we all?

Cause frankly, it’s all rather not interesting to not be. So there.

The eyeballs are two small paintings that I did at the School of Visual Arts years ago.  I remember the instructor well, but not his name.  This was the first time that I used acrylic in the manner of an oil paint.  I have placed them in the doorway to my living room from the mud room. And it made me chuckle and think about all the noise upstairs and all the noise around me in general, that has nothing to do with high heels. 

PEACE....within.



Yellow Tales

An artist is nothing without light.  Perhaps no life would exist if there were no light.  And if it did, what kind of life would it be, not one I’d want.

Light is beauty.

Light is nuance.

Light is to be seen and taken in with ample attention.  Not to be taken for granted.  Oh how much we take for granted. 

This morning the light in the apartment was a morning-routine stopper.  Although I attended work yesterday, I feel as if this morning was the first working morning of the week.  I had a good sleep.  I often sleep more soundly after a bit of boozin. 

I had a special guest, and had to get creative with opening a bottle of wine as I couldn't find my much needed fancy schmancy Rabbit.  What I came up with was a screw, a screwdriver, then a large hook, a hammer, and then a drill, but the drill was just used as a prop for the photography.  I like the way the chord looks wrapped around it.  I mean, it’s what I do. I recreate my absurdity visually for you to experience it as close to what I might have lived! 

 

                            

After all, isn't it the function of photography. 

I must buy proper wine glasses.  I once owned a "set" of Baccarat red wine glasses.  Gorgeous.  But they all shattered.  I have a scar remaining from one of the incidents.  Speaking of sets, the other day, said mad friend, Martina, casually asked me what my preferences were for china.  What my style was?

I might have fallen off my chair had I been sat on one.  China? CHINA!?!

Dear Martina, have you mistaken me for one of your married gal pals with boxes still in the closet from the wedding?!!!  WHAT STYLE?  I prefer the kind that bounces off the floor shatter-free.  But no Corelle house warming gifts please. I am the sort of gal pal that stores 2x4s, drills, hand saws and pints and tubes of every colour paint all mixed personally by yours truly!  China?!Answer me this, what is your favourite type of paint brush?  Siberian Sable? Mongoose?  or are you more of a simple quality Bristle?

Tschüss 

Canary yellow splashed on my wall

After much deliberation, I painted the kitchen a lime green, the inside of the lime not the skin. I awoke the next morning and hated it! so I covered it with canary yellow. 

This yellow gives a much needed weight to the wall, and beautifully anchors the photograph of a nude that I hung behind the stove (who does that? hangs art behind a stove, you ask, well someone who doesnt cook much is my answer), bringing out the black and white flesh of the image from under the layers of colours. 

I am quite pleased.  I have two lounge chairs that face that picture.  I've decided every seat in the place will face an artwork directly!  How fun.

The panels of grass that I screwed into the wall, above the sink, do you see it? they make me giggle everytime I am in the kitchen.  I feel as if I were outdoors washing my veggies or dishes.  or that my being was overtaken by some wild vine! I love it.  I found those panels laying around in the studio & grabbed them not really knowing what I’d do with them.  And there they are!!!!

I’ve decided on a blue for the bedroom.  It's the blue that resembles the state of Texas (see below).  Okay, it looks like Texas if you were in a speeding space vehicle.  I've painted the wall adjacent to the window and I AM IN LOVE!  I love this blue in every kind of light. It changes.  It's different at different times of the day! Delish!

A friend of mine accidentally told me I should visit a paint shop, specifically Home Depot! to decide on a colour. Is she mad?  I don't dabble in paint squares! I commit to the wall and feel it.  Tsk Tsk Martina! 

A cooling, calming light blue.  A blue that the sky would look like if you were to be riding a fluffy cloud and momentarily having fallen into its centre, you peer out and see a softer version of the sky before climbing out of said heavenly fuzziness. 

That colour blue.   

I want to work a purple into the apartment but I don't know where.  It will be an entirely new colour for me.....I've played it safe until now.  It's time for a change! 

Maybe in the LOO!

All the best my fellow tiny apartment inhabitants! (you too Martina and Zoe, more on those two later....: )  )

Coming out of the closet........

I've managed to put in the second rod in the bedroom closet this week.  I think instead of shelves I will also be putting rods in the bathroom closets.  I have enough closets, I just don't know what to do with them.  The armoire is filled to capacity...and that means.....allowing enough space between clothing so they don't crinkle and wrinkle. 

The armoire now holds the button downs, all oh i dunno, 60 of them and the pants.  I fall asleep during attempts to count my pants!  Some were bought years ago and never worn.  Might even have the tags still.  And they would need to be tailored as my current bod is that of a voluptuous child.  My abs are starting to form a nice definition again.  I think if i were to move again soon, I would have a tremendous build. 

 Sometimes I see people my age with double chins, big guts, saggy everything...how do they let that happen?!!  I can see thinning hair and balding not under their control...but the rest....It's all rather sad.  I like all this new "regulation"...re: sodas, fatty foods, training our children to eat well....to make better choices about what they consume.  Why is everyone in America so FAT! 

 OMG, that segue was preposterous.  buttons downs to fat bottoms?! I digress! 

The "master" closet.....  Ooooh, I have a master closet?  Lol.  The master closet holds the jackets.  Only I really didnt think it through, the second rod...gets in the way of dresses, all 7 that I have, and the coats.  The long woolen winter coats.  UGH! What to do! What to do? Shall I move again.

I certainly am learning what my needs are very clearly.  And maybe that's the best part of living in a smaller space.... You assess correctly....instead of just collecting mad items because you have the room and THEY FIT!

 So here is are some of my button downs; just the yellow to pink colours.   They look pretty hanging like that. 





A F T E R







B E F O R E



 But now I've the second rod.  And now the pleasant colours are hidden away. 

   The apartment feels rather dull, too beige for me.  I need to add some colour to the walls. I am thinking that a blue, something either cool....like in the grey family might be okay, but i might have to then change the duvet cover....or something in the blue green family...but very very light.  A light to medium blue with just a hint of yellow. That was the colour of my bedroom before.  Perhaps I should select a different colour.  Maybe a skin colour! According to Feng Shui skin colours are perfect for the bedroom. I wonder if there is a colour called Flesh.  That is the colour I want for my walls. 

This blog was written to the tunes of "Sounds from the Ground" by UK duo Elliot Morgan and Nick Woolfson and Carbon Based Lifeforms (CBL) artistsJohannes Hedberg and Daniel Segerstad .  Tunes that get me through the horrible mediocrity the day showers over me.

Speaking of showers, I think I need a THIRD shower curtain!  I won't show my tub yet, it's too special.  I need to hire a model with gorgeous legs and fire engine red toe nails (would be more interesting if it was a male ay?) against that footed tub-o-mine.  I wish I could move it into the living room tho.  Wouldn't that be different.  Here's a little peek at my messy bath.  I mean closets in the Bath!  Really?!!!! The one on the left is about 4-5 feet wide!  It's got boxes I need to go thru that I've not unpacked!  UGH!  After this month I never want to see another box again! 

Cheers!

Au natural in NYC

Naked. 

In the city. 

Naked, in the city.

In the morning light.

Natural light. 

No artifice.

One night after work I walked over to the beckoning lights of Times Square.  It was a mild night and there was a buzz in the streets. I had some time to kill before my date. 

The crowd was mostly tourists, visiting NYC during the holidays, I suppose.  And that it was a fairly warm day is reason enough to celebrate with outdoor buzzing, isn’t it?

I hadn’t walked about in the area for some time….it was brighter than I remembered. 

Louder. 

And, it felt happier than the last time I was here. 

I took several pictures. I took pictures of people taking pictures.  And then there he was, The Naked Cowboy.  He’s getting older….(aren’t we all?)   But he looks pretty good.  I never caught the tattoo on his left shoulder until now; he wears Jesus on his “sleeve”.  That’s an interesting choice of tattoo.  Not an image I would imagine him to be committed to wearing on his hot bod.  

Tilt your head to the left to check out goods.

Pulling out the camera has been a good thing.  Haven’t pulled anything studio/gallery worthy but shooting strokes that part of the brain that releases all that desirable chemistry.  It’s like a drug, once it’s released I am unstoppable moving smoothly from project to project.  Makes all the trivial noise in my life, like silly people at the job, evaporate into the air.  This thanksgiving I am thankful that I have a talent to share with the world and not living a mundane life.  I am desperately waiting to find out if my “In a different light” project will receive the funding I request.  More on that project later.  It was something completely new for me, a departure from the figure. 

I had some quiet time in the apartment.  The morning light into the bedroom  is magnificent.  Yesterday I took a couple of shots and decided I need to hire a model asap!  More leaves will fall off the trees in my yard and more light will filter in….I can’t wait.  I don't know which model I would call on first.  Maybe someone new.  New place, new vibe, new body to work with.  I'd like to work with a couple. 

This is one of my first natural light portraits in the new place.  I look forward to exploring all the photographic possibilities in this apartment.  It's a bisarre sensation to see myself in the photo, the light that hits my bed, and how tiny I am.  The positioning of the camera distorts reality.  I like that.

And when it snows! Gasp.  I can't wait to work with the brave soul who dares to pose in the cold....maybe I will let them just wear a pair of snow boots!  : )

All is well.............me thinks

SO…..all is well I suppose…in the large scheme of things. 

My credit card has been stolen.

I’ve lost more weight.

I don’t even know if I am eating. I am officially smaller than a size ZERO!

I’ve unpacked more boxes, sliced up my hands to a bloody pulp with the recycling of boxes and drilling and screwing of closet rods and picture hangers and all of that!

Ugh, it’s all such a bore! 

My upstairs neighbor likes to walk for hours at a time in her apartment in what I imagine are platform punk rock boot slippers with iron spikes that occasionally fall off as she walks starting at 6AM.   Well, today it was 6:03am to be accurate.  And the Jack Russell circus training session commences around 7:15am.  Up and down. Fetch. Up and down. Jump up…up….up!  UP and DOWN!

WTF!

She isn’t an interesting person, and that matters because I can hear her cheap laughter and boring utterances thru the window and the ceiling.  She is either overly friendly with her father or dating someone who is almost three times her age!   He seems friendly enough, asking how I am doing every time he sees me and the pooch. But I wish he’d secure alternate housing for his little noisy friend there.

But not to fret….the glimmer of sparkle in all this are THE MEN!

They are everywhere on the block.  And they are splendid, all types, the grunge fest, the well dressed, the metro sexual..(does anyone even say that anymore), all fit and hot bods with full heads of hair! And they all SMILE generously….even SPEAK! 

Last week I met a creative director, an illustrator who was tickled that an artist moved into the building.  He works for one of the top ad agencies.  I have to find out if there is a significant other before I lick the stamp I want to smack on his forehead.   And I mean the one on his bum!  Make no mistake.

This morning I was asked out to coffee by a television producer / dilettante artist! THAT’S exactly what he said.  “Oh, I am a dilettante artist.”  He witnessed the tremendous efforts of my movers and I carrying massive paintings though his property to get it into mine!   We had a nice chat today as the dog sprinkled urine marking the block with his droplets of non virility.   He said that he found the block rather tame, that no one ever talked to him…and yet here he was, engaging with me for the THIRD TIME!  He practically invited himself over during my move while I trespassed thru his building…..and I almost snatched him right up but alas, I had the paintings to tend to.  

Life is still reeling,but a little bit less so. 

Things could be worse…..the stomper above could be incontinent or a really bad opera singer with a pet cougar.  So this week, it’s what I am thankful for.  What are you thankful for?  Best wishes everyone, enjoy precious time with those whom you love or doing what feeds your soul.

Happy thanksgiving all.

An audience of a superb one, is better than a mediocre billion.

I have a follower.  Really?

A welcome distraction to my merry-go-round life:  a teeny place, a large life, a large life in a teeny abode, leave, stay, pack, whine, cry, laugh, play, pack, tape, box, move….a name for each fiberglass pony.

I digress terribly.

Y E S !  My follower.  My one.  The one and only one!  

I adore her words. We’ve never met physically but she has transported me to other worlds. Worlds I never imagined.  I have shared my page with a handful of people, most have been of the ordinary kind, people likely more involved with items and events of a mediocre nature than I’d like to be.  Their words might have been mundane had they responded, their lives seem such.  I have to soon blog about the incredibly lacklustre people I’ve encountered lately.  I have the right to say how I feel, or to be judgmental, if you will. IT’s MY BLOG!   A person’s life speaks who they are.   Their actions, their choices.  Their utterly boring existences.  I haven’t sent the link to my friends yet.  Not sure why.  I think there is a certain amount of freedom to my writing if I can simply write, not necessarily think about an audience.

And here is Cary.  A superb audience. The only person I have shared my blog with that I’ve known for longer than 3 months!

Thank you Cary, for bringing such deliciousness to my teeny tiny world! I love every succulent droplet. And have from the very beginning at you-know-where!

I haven’t had time to properly respond other than to say, that one time, the pleasure her words bring to the day I happen upon them.  Where I can replay my horrific train commute and see it “in a different light” or desire to find more fruit to write about.  YUM. 

How do I follow YOU Cary? I don’t even know how to comment on my own page yet!  Did you open a blog! You must!  I must follow you!  The world needs to be stroked by fancy letters of words composed by you.

This morning I ran errands, one of which was to the hardware store to buy two strong and large rods for my wardrobe. The one in the new place collapsed with only 1/3 of my things on it!  Barbie doll house INDEED!  Maybe even Barbie’s doll’s dollhouse!

I also brought over some of my cameras and lenses, terrified I might lose this in a GIANT truck or in the folds of burly men!  Giggles.

I enjoyed the quiet in the empty apt and the little morning light that filters in. There are buildings that block the light into the main room.  I grew a little sad at that, it’s not as bright as my “old” place ….but then I walked into my bathroom and saw the tub, its claws and the fuzzy lime green rug I bought last week placed under it.  And I was happy again.

It’s going to be this way for a little while.  Love. Hate. Like. Love. Hate. Like. Gasping. Sighing. And a tantrum here and there.  Like a good love affaire, ay?   NEVER DULL! 

Tomorrow is the big day! I officially move in.  Just the furniture.  I will sleep in my new place.  Me and my lil chichi.